Tuna, the Northeast coast's pride and joy. The fisherman's dream. The dream starts in May and becomes a reality at the end of August. The buzz goes up and down the docks from Montauk to Sheepshead Bay. Reports come in from the six packs. Stories of 200 pound big eyes, 140 pound yellow fins...rods breaking....reels blowing up. Tools like flying gaffs and four gaffs needed to haul in one monster under the darkness of nights cover.

I look out off the beach far upon the horizon and keep going to the canyons. The Continental Shelf where the dreams of fishermen are made. I have traveled many a mile to find the largest yellow fin and best shot of fish over 200 pounds and may still have many a mile before I get that shot. I've learned from so many in all different scenarios that I've been thrown into. Nothing is written in stone. I've seen 100 pound tuna come in like a forty pound striped bass and I've seen them light up a spool down to the knot. I once saw a tuna make a mad dash straight at the boat and run into the hull knocking itself out. I've seen marlin 400 pounds and better grab the bait and 200 pound makos inhaling your catch for a snack. Sailfish ripping to the surface showing off it's great bill to throw back your hook in anger...not today.

Every year there is a different book written in the Canyon. We have a great tuna season ahead of us. Best scenario I've seen in a long time coming. You will see many yellow fin over a 100 pounds this year and a good bunch of albacore to boot. Plus all the surprises that come up each season.