A long day of waiting for the big hit ended up being just that. It didn't happen. The weather turned for the better, all systems were primed and ready, then we were denied; all dressed up and nowhere to go. Conditions were most likely to blame; slack current the majority of the time left even the best presentations meandering around the boat ignored by lazily patrolling wahoo and tuna. We've definitely fallen into a rhythm we don't favor here absorbing jabs and body blows in stride. They haven't scored a knock out punch yet, and they won't, due to all of our intimate understanding of this fishery. Foremost patience is only way out of this box when our time comes due. And overall that is exactly what this current slow period down here is – the inevitable correcting of an equation that favored us for a long, long time. Ride it out, keep fishing, don't snivel, and never, ever quit or tap out. Words and actions to live by if one seeks consistent success. That said a sanity preserving acceptance of the mathematical inevitability of slow fishing goes a long way in such times. Fortunately “slow fishing” in today's case did not mean stopped. There were a handful plus of bright moments including the one captured in this image. Long time Royal Star veteran Bob Palatella picked off this beautiful mid morning 235 on the flylined sardine while a mere handful of his fellow anglers shared the rail. Nice.

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