Yesterday I fished with Fitz Coker and Chris Trosset. We intended to look for large cobia and some permit on shallow wrecks west of the Marquesas.
As we rounded the southwest corner of the Marquesas, we decided not to run the remaining 25 miles to our destination as the water appeared still quite murky from the heavy winds the night before.
We elected to go the end of the bar, where we found large schools of ballyhoo showering. Our casts into the melee yielded a few barracuda and a bonita. Fitz caught a ‘cuda that weighed every bit of 25 pounds, and we waited to see if a sailfish or blackfin would show up. They didn’t, so we worked our way slowly east. At the sub we found very little activity, and kept running.
The biggest effort of the day came from our pursuit of a wahoo, which took 3 hours of our time and led to nothing but a very well-outfitted chum slick.
Unfortunately, that was the end of our day and we came returned home. The fishing earlier in the day was good, and we could have redeemed our efforts with a wahoo, but our best fishing of the day remained our run-and-gun to the shwoering ballyhoo.