Afternoon bite at the 9, theysay, so sleep in, buy bait head out at 9:30. Wow, three foot windwaves and mixed up, so lets hit LJ for a couple hours then run out at a better angle. Slow troll dines, finally nail a pair of yellows ten minutes apart at 11:30. Kinda mid LJ, 85 feet, off marine st I guess.15 lbs or so. OK well lets run to the 9. Not too bad, only airborne once doin 25 nots. Get set up to troll for tuna and or marlin. Jon spies a big ass smelt in with the bait,gonna use it to bait a marlin if we see one, he says. You mean like that one right there, I say. Must be our lucky day. About a hundred pounder. I cut in front Jon sends our little buddy back to play, and the marlin speeds up to the bait, does a circle around it, and sinks out. Oh well. We troll half way home for nada. Then pick up and run cross swell and wind. Not fun. I've been drier standing in the shower. Anybody notice the clouds of red in the water offshore? We stopped and netted some, its millions of little shrimp a half inch long. Trippy, we saw a whale, looked like he was eating them. Enjoy the photo, don't be jealous, I'm just really fortunate.