“Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a loner…” Paul McCartney Chapter One The Kid picked me up at four thirty a.m. We were going fishing. It was Springtime in Southern California, and we were traveling down to Mexico, looking to harvest some of those tuna cattle they’re famous for down there. Harvest time in the Fall has been the traditional time for me and The Kid to hook-up, but things change, seasons change, and reasons change, so we’re taking a flyer and hoping for the best. Our voyage was being co-sponsored by the Seeker Rod Co. The Kid was acting as their representative for the second time in as many years. The new co-sponsor this year is the Accurate Reel Co. Big Boss Man, El Queso Grande, The Emperor himself, Jack Nilsen, the host with the most, was on hand to give The Kid some lessons in how to throw a Killer party. Gary Gillingham, the “G-man”, had drawn the short straw and was helping Jack out with the hard stuff. That boat load of loaner gear Jack provides for all of the prospective tuna assassins to try, use and abuse, and compare Accurate’s metal alchemy to the competition. We pulled into the parking lot around six thirty. Checked into the office at Fisherman’s Landing. There was a short line of killers waiting at the counter, we joined the queue. The Kid started greeting some of the participants from last year, and introducing himself to the new guys. One by one, they collected our fees, put our signatures on the manifest, and issued a pass to board SHOGUN for a seventeen day journey/adventure to and back from the Shimada Seamount, aka the Hurricane Bank. SHOGUN always seemed an odd name for a fishing boat to me. I think it translates to “Supreme Military Commander”. Looking at this rag-tag bunch of ryoshi (fishermen), I don’t think we could have struck fear into the hearts of any real military force we might encounter. I just hoped we could scare up some giant yellowfin tuna. Keep hope alive!