So we decided that we couldn’t wait any longer and braved the 55mph wind gusts and 12 foots seas in my 26’ glacier bay. The ride was a little bumpy, but we managed 29knts on the way out into a head sea and I managed not to spill a single drop of my diet dr. pepper on the way to the 226 hole. It was there that we found a glorious 4 degree temperature break that was stacked up with the most magnificent weedline that we have seen so far this year – green water on one side and crystal blue on the other. It was covered in bait and enough wood to make up a small house. As a matter of fact, we discovered a small house (entirely in tact) at one end of the weedline. It was barely floating, yet one of it’s inhabitants still remained trying to survive on the floating wood. We rescued the latino oriented gentleman later to find out that he was from the Dominican Republic and his name was Jose (pronounced “Ho-say” for the less educated gentlemen on this board who don’t know spanish). Jose had been floating on the weedline for 2 weeks and told us that he survived by eating sargasso crabs and drinking his own fluids.
We were surrounded by large yellowfin tuna breaking the surface and chasing flying fish as far as the eye could see. At one time, we had all 9 lines on the boat tight with fish, but it was a little difficult for the 3 of us to manage (including Jose), so we actually lost one of them. I’ve never lost a tuna on the rod before as a captain, so I was pretty pissed at them. We think that he got snagged on the bottom somehow, but just aren’t sure. After catching our fill on tuna, we decided we wanted to go after wahoo. Jose, an ex-commercial fisherman showed us an old trick that they use in the D.R.(short for Dominican Republic). It was right then, that we cut some nice loins out of some of the larger tuna and fast trolled them for wahoo. Jose was right. The wahoo action was non-stop. They kept biting through our 300lb test monofilament, but we were sure that they were wahoo. We didn’t actually land
