And what a day to be skipper.
We escaped to Rarotonga in August and found ourselves on the charter boat Akura, as you do.
We were trolling along the edge of a reef, hoping to entice a predator of some sort. With a squeal the reel suddenly dumped line and I was in. A short while later I had my first ever queen fish on board—stoked.
The skipper turned the bow out to sea and we headed for deeper water, aiming to snag some yellowfin tuna. I wasn’t lucky enough to get one because I had suddenly become skipper du jour—the real skipper was kept busy out the back helping the other three guys with their amazing yellowfin. I was pleased though, because a highlight for me was putting my good friend John onto a yellowfin.
Then we had a pleasant interlude watching humpback whales, so the fishing went on the back burner for a bit. It was an awesome experience, shared with some great people.
