07/26/24 & 07/27/24

by Dan Stauffer / On July 28, 2024

Two identical days right down to the fact of how far off the forecast was and not in a good way. The trolling portion of each day only yielded a couple fat alberts while the tile fish portion was good but challenging due to the stiff breeze and crazy fast drift.

07/22/24

by Dan Stauffer / On July 25, 2024

Second day with the crew from yesterday. Conditions were nearly perfect and the tiles were hungry. Back in the slip early with our limit.

07/21/24

by Dan Stauffer / On July 23, 2024

Today's crew have two days reserved with us. One for a fun inexpensive trip and tomorrow for a deep drop trip.  The only caveat is todays catch needs to be good eating. With flounder fishing very subpar and the spanish mackerel not around in good numbers our only option for is trying to find a few keeper sea bass. After a 22 mile run we spend the rest of the day hopping around little pieces of...

07/20/24

by Dan Stauffer / On July 22, 2024

Ran to the same area that was so good to us yesterday. After a few hours of trolling with nothing to show but a throwback yellowfin and hearing similar chatter on the radio I offer to take the guys tile fishing. The bite was red hot and even though we only had 2 hours to fish we came home just 3 shy of our limit. I think the motto of this season should be "consistently inconsistent"

07/19/24

by Dan Stauffer / On July 21, 2024

Out for the yearly trip with Eric and the guys but they were one man shy thanks to a little too much arm bending the night before. Our first encounter takes about an hour. One of our flat lines gets crushed by white marlin and after a 15 minute flight we have the fish next to the boat for pictures. I turn north towards the Baltimore canyon in absolutely hateful head sea. About 3 miles south of...

07/14/24

by Dan Stauffer / On July 16, 2024

Ran north to the bluefin grounds in zero visibility. Fished by radar for the first hour until my nerves were totally shot. Move a couple miles offshore to a little hill and as soon as we came up the edge my way back gets hit. Whatever we have on is not fighting like a tuna. About 20 ft from the boat the fish pops to the surface and I'm  looking at a 70-80 lb wahoo. The bugger shakes his head and...