Bottom fishing was horrible at 130 feet. Switched off to trolling and found a nice weedline in 140 feet. Hooked up a schoolie pretty quick, but his buddies wouldn’t bite. We saw a group of birds diving up the way and missed a couple, so we swung back around and pitched 3/8 ounce jigs w chartreuse gulp twister tails into the area. Picked up a schoolie and then no love from his friends. Chased over to another set of birds and it happened again. We put the trolling lines back in and caught a nice sail while on our way to another ■■■■■ of diving birds, (pink and white faux bass pro islander behind a pink flash bird way back. With all the lines cleared, pulling the jigging rods back out and heading over to the birds seemed like the obvious thing to do. This time, the mood of the herd had changed and we were quickly triple hooked up looking down at a very large school. We lost a bunch and caught some and struggled to keep lines in. The action carried on as did the mayhem of fish flopping around on the deck, broken lines broken hooks and fish swallowing jigs… One fish swallowed two at the same time and the action came to an end. Through it all, we picked up another eight mahi, but lost sight of the weedline and spent the next two hours trolling around until we found another group of birds hitting nowhere near a weedline. We picked up about five more there, but ran into the same problem of keeping lines in the water. Ended the day with 19 mahi from 28-34 inches, and a really nice sail which was the fish of a lifetime for the man on the rod.
That sounds like quite a trip. One day I will land myself a Dolphin.