Those word, sage in their brevity and inevitability, ring just as true with regards to fishing as most everything else. The tuna that attacked us on Friday had moved on by Sunday. These fish were on porpoise, and so are likely in the area, but without a satellite we'll have to rely on someone stumbling across them and reporting in on the radio. The fish are teasing us just a little right now, a few dorado here, a couple of marlin there, a school of tuna breezing through, like the tuning sounds that come from the orchestra prior to the tap of the baton.
david
Tuna cartels? Roving gangs of attack fish? Gives new meaning to that line from _The Godfather_: "Luca Brassi sleeps with the fishes."
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