You asked for a report, so here you go.
I spent 3 weeks of my life this year searching for the elusive bluefin at no avail (majority of that time VA beach in January).
I got a call out of the blue from a fish buyer I met up in VA. He said it was going to be a bloodbath in Tignish and to get up there if I wanted to catch a giant. He would be able to get me a ride on at least one native boat.
Bound and determined to finally catch one, I traveled solo on a whim to Tignish, Prince Edward Island, to fish with the natives.
Not only was it the best fishing trip of my life, but one of the best experiences of my life.
Day 1: Left the dock around 2 PM. Ran about 4 miles, until we saw the seals & gannets. Started fishing. Picked up 30 min later went to another area where we marked lots of bait. 15 minutes later, I heard a 130 scream for the first time in my life. 38#'s of drag and the line was peeling off the reel so fast… I never would’ve believed it if I hadn’t seen it. It is unreal. An hour and a half later, I landed my 1st giant. 832 lbs.
Swam, bled, boated fish and headed back to the dock to offload.
Turned around and did it again. It had just gotten dark, and we fished literally inches away from the herring boats. We hooked up immediately. A few hours later, I darted my first fish - 908#, not too bad for a skinny white girl.
Day 2: Left the dock around 3 pm. This was the coolest day out of all of them, because the tuna were on top. We’d throw herring, and here come 1000# tuna anhilating it right on the surface. Played with the tuna for about half an hour. Captain said “when I tell you throw this herring, throw this herring” (the one with the hook in it). He waited til he saw a monster, I threw the herring right out in front of the fish and bamn, fish on!!! 1080 #s, I fought from start to finish. It was sick. Absolutely sick.
Day 3: Waiting on tags.
Day 4: Wind blowing.
Day 5: Late start because still
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