I set the GPS to guide me toward the Seamount. When we were about a mile away, I was diverted to the north by a large concentration of Pelicans, Gulls and Boobies, crashing down on bait.

When we got close, the birds spooked and we cast toward the bait. It took about 30 seconds before we were all hooked-up.

I landed a bunch of real nice Sierra, including this one.

Eddie got one too, or at least he held up Donna's.

Mixed in with the Sierra were a few yellowtail. Eddie hooked onto one,

and dragged it aboard.

Here he shows it off.

It took me a little while, but I finally got a Yellowtail, too. This one ran a good 8 pounds.

If we moved off the bait and made more than a cast or two without a hook-up, we moved back near the bait ball. Many times, the lure would barely hit before you had a fish-on. Other times, you'd have to wait damn near 5 seconds before hooking-up. Other times yet, you'd hook-up, loose it, hook-up, loose it and hook up for a third time....all on one cast!! The action was that furious. I've never seen it better. Here, the fish are boiling everywhere:

The bait would become airborne in silvery waves.

The birds shared the feast.

Eventually, after about 2 or 3 hours of solid action, we surrendered. I was totally whupped: I could hardly cast anymore. We just sat back in our seats and took it all in. I caught at least 25 Sierra and 2 Yellows. I also farmed a real nice Yellow after fighting it for about 10 minutes.It was one of the best bites I've ever seen...anywhere. It never did stop. It was still going when we left. We had lots of fishing pressure out there...from the birds. We were the only ones out there all day! To top it off, Eddie and I both saw, almost simultaneously, a couple of Dorado!! It's quite early for Dorado, but what else looks like Dorado? They swam by the boat, up close and personal. We couldn't get them to take our errantly cast lures, but who knows, maybe they'll be waiting for us Memorial Day.

Head on off to the page to see a view of the campo and some good scenery shots.