RANDOM NOTES 



the hook. He made one long run, then came in 

 rather easily. Time, fifteen minutes. He was bad- 

 ly hooked. Seventy-eight pounds. 



We trolled then until late afternoon. I saw some 

 splashes far out. Tuna! We ran up. Found patches 

 of anchovies. I had a strike. Tuna hooked him- 

 self and got off. We tried again. I had another 

 come clear out in a smashing charge. He ran off 

 heavy and fast. It took fifty minutes of very hard 

 work to get him in. He weaved back of the boat 

 for half an hour and gave me a severe battle. He 

 was hooked in the corner of the mouth and was a 

 game, fine fish. Seventy-three and one-half pounds. 



July 6ih. 



Started out early. Calm, cool, foggy morning; 

 rather dark. Sea smooth, swelling, heaving. Mys- 

 terious, like a shadowed opal. Long mounds of 

 water waved noiselessly, wonderfully, ethereally from 

 the distance, and the air was hazy, veiled, and dim. 

 A lonely, silent vastness. 



We saw several schools of tuna, but got no strikes. 

 Worked a Marlin swordfish, but he would not notice 

 the bait. 



It was a long, hard day on the sea. 



July 10th. 



We got off at 6 :30 before the other boats. Smooth 

 water. Little breeze. Saw a school of tuna above 

 Long Point. Put up the kite. The school went 

 down. But R. C. got a little strike. Did not hook 

 fish. 



Then we sighted a big school working east. We 

 followed it, running into a light wind. Kite blew 



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