I played hooky today with Alec Bennett and Steve Werlin. We dropped the Madmacs in about 8:00 AM and before 9 we had two 130ish pound bluefin aboard.  Gage and I thought that doubles would be trouble and it turns out, they are. This time it worked and we landed them both but there was more than a little luck involved. Those fish can pull. And they seem to be attracted to propellers. I wound the first fish in to within 100 feet and switched with Werlin for the endgame, then panted like a dog locked in a hot car for five minutes. I may need a little gym time. I was able to get a text out to Gage's buddy Mason Harbarth about my location and the double. Mason, fishing alone in his 16" Boston Whaler, thought it might be a good idea to reel in his second line. Good thing, because he did hook a fish.

    Mason's fish taped out at 196 pounds gutted, so in the round it was probably over 200. Mason spent most of his time trying to get a fish larger than himself aboard the boat. Obviously, he won, and almost as obviously, he doesn't want to do it again. And now that he's done it, he doesn't have to do it again. Nice job, Mason, and better you than me.

The Coastodian sent over these photos today. No tuna for him, although four were hooked and lost. A friend of mine trolled for five hours without a tap, so you're doing something right. From the radio today, it sounded like there were quite a few bluefin caught. It also sounded like the parking lot at Westside may need to install a boxing ring to allow tuna fishermen to work out their grievances. Maybe a webcam on pay-per-view, too. Well, at least the weather was nice. The fish were mostly nice too, and bit hooks from Cordell to the Football. Lotsa good water out there, guys. We probably don't need to be stepping on each others, uh....feet.