After a few months of being dry docked due to a slew of mechanical issues, our YF was finally ready for an inaugural run. We headed out of K-bay after hearing the bite was on. Although our hope was for a little kau kau on our shakedown, we were in for some good fishing.
We decided on a run towards LL then towards NS. Just outside of the head buoy the outrigger pops and we pull in a nice Mahi. Without any followers, we press on towards LL. Just shy of the buoy the outrigger snaps again with a decent sized shibi. Working the area produced a couple more shibi and mahi in what seemed to be blind strikes (no birds, bait, rubbish). We made a few runs by the buoy and found a few more mahi along with a buoy rat that seemed more focused on cutting off our passes rather than enjoying the fish on the outside.
Pressing on, we head out hunting for bird piles and rubbish. Without any other signs, we follow a nice current line for an hour. While nodding off to the sound of the engine the outriggers both pop, along with the corners.... Hana Pa'a! Pulled in some nice sized Shibi and headed back to the pier.
As we pulled in and went to grab the truck & trailer, I notice the fuel lid open and gas cap hanging.... Looks like someone was desperate for some fuel. 30 years fishing out of Heeia Kea, I'd never had that kind of problem as we look out for each other. Would've kokua'd some $$ for fuel if they just would've asked. As it turned out, the truck has an anti-siphoning system and they spent more time trying for nothing.
Compliments on the boat from a few of the braddah's on the way out, we reflected on what a blessed day we had back on the water again.
One random act of kindness at a time.