Today the water was in great shape and it’s been consistent the past couple of days. Early hours are definitely producing the best action. We worked a few different spots before finally getting tight lines and it paid off with a solid amberjack. Conditions are lining up nicely and the bite is there if you put in the time and move around.

December twenty first tested everything we know about the ocean. It was one of those days that reminds you who is really in charge out there. From the moment we cleared the marina, the northern winds made their presence felt. Strong, cold gusts rolled in nonstop, pushing the boat sideways and stacking the sea into confused, aggressive waves. Every mile offshore felt like a small battle between experience, patience, and raw nature. The wind coming down from the north this time of year is no joke, but this one was different. Stronger than usual, relentless, and unpredictable. The boat was constantly being moved off course, making trolling lines harder to manage and positioning a challenge even for an experienced crew. You could feel it in your legs, bracing against the motion, and in your arms, correcting the helm again and again. This was probably the hardest wind we have ever faced out here. As the day unfolded, the water told its own story. Visibility was poor, with muddy currents mixing into the blue. Thick foam stretched across the surface, a clear sign of seasonal wind patterns stirring everything up from below. These northern winds churn the water and break temperature lines, and while fish are still present, they become far less predictable. Conditions like these separate easy fishing days from earned ones. We did have action, even if luck was not on our side. A solid wahoo strike brought a surge of adrenaline, only to end in frustration when it snapped off. Moments like that are brutal but honest. Everything feels right, the hit is aggressive, and then suddenly the line goes slack. It is fishing in its purest form. You win some, you lose some, and sometimes the ocean takes without explanation. After 2-3 hours we got some luck with a small shark (pic attached) Barracudas were active throughout the day, aggressive as always, showing flashes of speed and sharp teeth near the spread. They were biting consistently, but not the target species we were hoping for. Still, action is action, and every strike keeps morale alive. Even on tough days, there is something electric about knowing the fish are there, even if they refuse to fully cooperate. Between strikes, the wind never let up. Waves slapped the hull from odd angles, spray coming over the bow, and constant adjustments were needed just to keep a comfortable rhythm. Conversations turned quieter as everyone focused on staying balanced and alert. This was not a relaxed cruise. This was a working day on the water. Days like this are humbling. They remind you that fishing is not just about photos and full coolers. It is about reading conditions, making smart calls, and knowing when the ocean is pushing back harder than usual. Northern winds in December are part of the game, but every season has days that stand out, and this one earned its place. We headed back with tired bodies, salt on our skin, and respect renewed. No trophy fish came aboard, but experience did. Tough days build better crews, sharper instincts, and deeper appreciation for the good ones. December twenty first was not easy, but it was real. And real days at sea are the ones you never forget.

Just 8 miles off the coast, the action was already on. The ride out took barely 20 minutes, putting us right into productive waters where trolling immediately paid off. The tide was running strong, but that only seemed to fire things up. Bonitos, bluefin, and yellowfin were biting aggressively, especially on deeper running Rapalas. We mixed it up with poppers and live bait, but the fish clearly wanted the deeper presentations that cut through the current. Fast ride out. Strong tide. Solid bites. Proof that you do not need to go far offshore to have an unforgettable day on the water.