With only a half day available before we had to be back at the dock by noon, we decided to make a quick run from Mission Beach and fish the local offshore ridges in search of pelagics. The original plan was simple: skip the bait receiver, troll for yellowfin tuna, and keep our eyes peeled for kelp paddies that might be holding dorado.

The bait situation made the decision easy. The receivers were loaded with anchovies, and with our limited time on the water, we didn't want to spend precious fishing time making bait. Instead, we pointed the bow west and got the trolling gear ready.

Conditions offshore looked downright fishy. The water was a beautiful blue-to-purple color with a surface temperature of 76.1 degrees. If you've spent any time chasing tuna and dorado off San Diego, you know that warm, clean water gets the heart rate up. We were also keeping a lookout for marlin, figuring that temperatures like that might have a few swords wandering through the neighborhood.

Unfortunately, the ocean didn't get the memo.

For most of the morning there was very little life to be found. We covered plenty of water, scanned the horizon constantly, checked paddies when we found them, and watched a dozen or so other boats doing exactly the same thing. Everyone seemed to be searching, but nobody appeared to be stopping for long.

Eventually, we spotted our first real sign of life: a small flock of terns diving frantically on the surface. We pushed the throttles forward and ran toward the birds, hoping they were marking a school of tuna. Of course, by the time we got there, the birds had scattered and whatever was pushing bait had disappeared.

Rather than overthink it, we dumped the trolling gear back into the spread and got back to work.

It turned out to be the right call.

The rods hadn't been in the water long before one got buried and started screaming. After a short but spirited fight, a bright dorado came into view. What appeared at first to be a decent fish turned out to be a really nice-sized hen once we got her close to the boat.

Then came the entertaining part.

Shaun stepped up with the gaff and proceeded to miss... and miss... and miss again. By the fifth swing we were beginning to wonder if the fish was going to earn a pardon and swim away. Finally, he connected solidly and swung the big hen over the rail to a chorus of laughter and relief.

Fish in the box.

We trolled for a few more miles after that, hoping the single dorado was part of a larger body of fish moving through the area, but nothing else materialized. With the clock ticking and obligations back on land waiting, we pointed the boat toward home and headed to the barn.

At the launch ramp we chatted with a couple of Fish and Game personnel who confirmed what we'd been seeing all morning: the local bite had been pretty slow. The interesting news, however, was coming from farther south. Reports were filtering in from the Upper Hidden Bank off Mexico of massive schools of yellowfin tuna moving up the line, along with a handful of wahoo already showing up in catches.

That was all the encouragement we needed.

Even though our trip only produced a single dorado, the conditions offshore and the reports from down south have us optimistic. Warm water, blue-water conditions, yellowfin moving north, and even a few wahoo already in the mix are all signs that this El Niño year could be something special.

One fish isn't much to brag about, but it's a whole lot better than a skunk, and that colorful dorado made the run worthwhile. Now we just need those yellowfin to keep pushing north.

Tight lines.

Just got back from a fantastic 4-day stay in one of the floating cabins at Santee Lakes, and it was exactly the kind of relaxing getaway I needed.

The routine quickly became my favorite part of the trip. I'd be out on the water first thing each morning with a fishing rod in hand, enjoying the calm lake before most people were even awake. The fishing wasn't exactly on fire, but it was steady enough to keep things interesting. Over the four days I managed to land 8 catfish and a few of the famous "pond chickens". Not exactly trophy fishing, but they kept the rods bending and made for a fun time.

What really had me scratching my head were the carp. They were everywhere. Every morning and evening I'd see them jumping, rolling, and splashing all around the cabin. It looked like the lake was full of them. Unfortunately, none of them seemed remotely interested in anything I was offering. I spent a fair amount of time trying different approaches, hoping to connect with one of those big carp, but they completely ignored me. Plenty of activity, zero bites.

Once the late morning heat started rolling in, I'd head back to the cabin. One of the best things about the floating cabins is having that air conditioning waiting for you after spending a few hours in the sun. I'd kick back in the cool cabin, turn on the TV, and relax while keeping the window shades open to enjoy the lake views. There was something incredibly peaceful about watching the water, seeing paddle boats drift by, and just slowing down for a while.

Food was another highlight of the trip. I think I had the grill going at least twice every day. Burgers, bacon, chicken, steaks... pretty much any excuse to fire up the BBQ was good enough for me. Nothing beats cooking outside while overlooking the lake and then sitting back with a cold drink afterward.

Speaking of drinks, the ciders absolutely hit the spot during the hottest parts of the day. When temperatures started climbing, it was nice to sit in the shade, enjoy a cold cider, and appreciate that I had nowhere to be and nothing that needed to get done (Which is rare air since I started the new job)

In the afternoons and evenings, I'd take hikes around the lakes with the wife. There's always something to see, whether it's waterfowl, turtles, anglers, or families enjoying the park, although I was really looking for that wild turkey who decided to call the "Puddles" home! The wife really enjoyed the walks though.  To her they were a great way to stretch the legs between my fishing sessions and the BBQ meals.

Evenings were probably my favorite time. As the sun started dropping and temperatures became comfortable again, I'd head back out to fish. The lakes get a different feel at sunset, and sitting on the water while watching the sky change colors was worth the trip all by itself. Even when the fish weren't cooperating, it was hard to complain.  The sheer number of mosquitoes and bats had me a little unnerved though. The bats would swoop right by my face where I felt the wind of their wings and couldn't believe how many were flying around!

Overall, the fishing may not have been spectacular, but the trip absolutely was. Eight catfish, a handful of pond chickens, plenty of failed attempts at stubborn carp, lots of BBQ, cold ciders, scenic hikes, and several days spent relaxing in an air-conditioned floating cabin with beautiful lake views. That's a pretty good recipe for a vacation if you ask me.

Good luck with the MRI, hopefully good news or as good as possible

I'll be up in the Sierras for a week, I'll try to check in when I can to see what's happening

Between the floating cabins and an offshore trip today, I have some posts I need to make but there's hardly enough time these days.  Tomorrow morning I have my MRI, so we'll see how that goes but I hope to get a post up in the next few days at the latest.

Stay tuned!

Oh Boy !!!

Dude! Looks great!

The yellowtail you just caught I assume

Nice PB, save some ice for the shoulder  

I did the beer battering, Alicia did the colorful stuff. Excelente!

Nice one

The 2026 Football Pick'em League is back online and let me know if any of you degenerate gamblers want to join in for the measly cost of $30 for the entire season!

I know Jeremy and Kogacrap are going to be signed up.  It's super easy and fun to play.  Just let me know.