Dak and Biz run for Alby
To further Daks story, we were the accompanying boat from Vancouver. When all the locals backed out, our FEARLESS 22' Aluminum paved the way. Not to poke fun, but the big Glasser trailed our wake through the dark

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The ride out was as described, rough. Passing a few spooky trees lurking just shy of the surface. The seas were alive with life approaching 45 miles out, and the water changed to a beautiful tropical blue. Temps spiked and it was time to drop 'em. Dak called for gear in the water, and after a quick leak by the Captain, we were into the shock of our life. TUNA ON THE LINE! The rod was banging and the reel was screaming. A quick arm and leg burner and we had our first Alby on the deck. A radio check to Dak and he had a pair. 10 minutes passed and our rod slammed and screamed again. A radio check, there 4 to our 2. Then....it got wild.
Radio checks were left silent as all the rods were screaming loud. With 3 Fisherman on the boat, we were left spinning circles fighting triple headers on more then one occasion. Not a chance for a bevvy or a smoke, the Alby's were relentless. To try and describe each fish is impossible, as at one time, there were 4 slabs of meat slapping the deck, showering us with blood, while fighting a triple. There was enough time to stick the pig, and get back to the rods.
We fished hard for a little less than 3 hours, ending up in the area of 55miles offshore. By our last fish, we all agreed to bring it in single handedly was laughable at best. Rods were passed off frequently when arms and legs fell weak.
Trolling hard through the strikes (10km/h) without slowing down to land them, we had a bumper fishing experience, totalling 23 fish on board, exceeding 480 lbs of fish. The largest was the second fish, a tank at 35lbs, with another at 33lbs.
Burning at most 150 liters in fuel it was definately a productive fishing trip.
A big THANK YOU must be paid to the good people of Bamfield. Rolling into town after hours, we were shocked and impressed to see how willing people were to help us out, going beyond the normal call of duty.
Special thanks to:
Don @ Imperial Eagle Lodge. The accomodations were beautiful and the help with moving gear was not forgotten, especially AFTER fishing (when we could hardly move).
Gerry @ Mills Landing. Put up Dak and the boys, and supplied us with the necessary ice needed to cool those hot Albys.
The Lovely Rose (and Dude) @ Breakers Marine. Stored our boat for next to nothing while we waited for the weather to turn (it took 3 weeks for the seas to let up), and made sure we had the room to haul it out of their lot, 2 hours after closing.
Dak and the Alberta Boys. Only a fool heads out alone. Thanks for being there!
and lastly, the Mensa Men of Tuna, Osama and TunaDon. Without your knowledge, advice, and know-how, we would have been left empty handed both in fish, and in the experience of a lifetime. As I type, I shake from just thinking about what our boat went through. You are truly Men among the Minions. Thank You!
oh, and thanks to Jodi and Jeff for letting a few strangers into your home for the evening. We greatly appreciate the hospitality!