Hello. My name is Laurence and I’m a tunaholic. I successfully maintained sobriety for about 9 months. But today, I gave in and spilled blood. We said hi to Norm and Carrie this morning while waiting for ice (0600 was when we could get ice). Loaded the boat up, got her launched, and got a scoop of live chovies to help us. We pointed my buddy’s Glacier Bay sw, heading for 46 30 / 125 00. There was blue water, birds, and 60°+ water well short of that. We made a couple stops and set out the troll gear. 2 zucchini daisy chains, 1 gay pride xrap, and a natural cedar plug (never leave home without it). Nothing before 30/00. Nothing at 30/57. We ran south a few miles and tried again. Nada. Nothing at 27/57. Nothing at 23/57. Nothing at 20/57. We ran to 13/57. And that’s when the Torium 30 and cedar plug alarm went off. Did the immediate conversion to chum in the water, and hooked a bait for the boat owner. Barely after handing him the rod, his little chovie outswims Michael Phelps on his best day. In gear goes the reel and Poi Dog is hooked up. It’s one. Fish are swimming below the boat. Fish are boiling at the stern. We get the troll fish brought in and DAMN. It’s big. Not our typical early season fish. And then it happens. Deck boss down. My back spasms. I’m able to gaff a couple fish but then into the cuddy I go and I’m done . Killed 5 fish right then and the kids called it to get me home . But, at least we opened the door for y’all. Go get them.