Mike and family were booked in for Monday but it ended up that Sunday was possible as well so off we went on a late start. The word had got out where the marlin were and the entire tournament fleet were in attendence plus associated weekend traffic. The action had slowed considerably and the water had changed but everyone kept ploughing. We were on our second lap when we hooked up and one of Mike’s boys got one. We kept going hoping for a wahoo or other gamefish but they weren’t to be on that day, it was pretty much all marlin. There were fish hooked all around us but we didn’t go south far enough and that was our day unfortuneatly.