The boat trolled for Wahoo all day yesterday. Five rods are going out the back of the boat. When one rod is hit, a deck hand blows a whistle, and the Captain stops the boat. Those with the other four trolling rods reel in, and the one with the fish fights it. Everyone else on board the vessel casts out their rods all over the boat, away from the one being fought. Usually, there are two or three more hook-ups while the trolled rod is fighting its fish. When the fish hits the deck, everyone reels in, and the troll starts again. When you catch a wahoo on the troll, you are out of the rotation until everyone has caught one. There are 25 people fishing, and I was the second-to-last one to catch one. The one I fought and landed was the hardest fish I have ever fought, including halibut and sturgeon. When I finally got him in the boat, I was sure I was going to need CPR. Wahoo are like a Marlin without the sword.

We had yellow fin tuna for dinner last night, and it was the best-tasting fish I have ever had. It was so good. All the food has been exceptional, but that was the best.

The weather has been sunny every day, with temperatures around 70 degrees, and the ocean is relatively calm today. I am getting my sea legs and can now walk without holding on to something all the time. I am sleeping well, despite rolling around on my bed.  

While we are trolling, I spend most of my time praying. I have gone through all my kids, their spouses, grandkids, their friends, siblings, their families, and Patty numerous times. I also pray for my church, and I include a prayer for fish regularly.