I launched a bit before 9:00am & paddled across to South Point where I found Pete, another Albany kayak fisher who's recently been fishing the bay a bit, on his Hobie PA. He'd had a few strikes but no hook-ups while trolling around the rocks & out around Drunken Sailor bombie. I did a few circuits of that area with my Smilin' Jack's lures out but, other than a few small herring, nothing big & hungry showed any interest.
I then paddled south to the rocks leading out to Point Gardner & trolled just back out of the back wash off the rocks. This section had been productive for me in previous years so I was hoping for action of some sort, salmon or even more tuna. I stopped and watched three seals lolling in the waves right up against the rocks & contemplated turning back, thinking that with some big predators like them around the fish might be scarce.
Once I decided to continue along that stretch I had only paddled about 30 metres when my medium weight rig started howling as line was being stripped from the reel. I reckoned on taking my chances with having the other line still out and luckily it didn't cause too many problems as I fought a fish that took off on some good runs before I was able to get it close. Once under the kayak I could see it was a solid little stripey (skipjack) tuna, being followed by a couple of good sized salmon, which were the only salmon seen this morning.

Once I'd got it aboard, killed, bagged and stowed in the front hatch, I continued out towards the end of the point. I always like to at least get to where I can see Coffin Island around the corner before turning back and did just that again. Only about 25 metres into the return leg my heavier rig took off. This time I got the other line in while this fish was on its initial run. Another good battle and I had a bigger version of a stripey stashed aboard.
I kept my lures out of the water for the into-the-wind paddle back towards Little Beach & South Point as I reckoned my fridge was going to well stocked with the two I had. Once past Little Beach I cast out my smaller lure for the paddle back to where Pete was trolling around the South Point rocks, picking up a few smallish herring that I returned to grow bigger. There was quite a lot of baitfish activity in close but nothing appeared to be chasing 'em. I trolled through and cast into a few boils of mulies (pillies) & herring to no avail.
Pete had still had no luck finding something big & hungry enough to bother his lures so we both headed for the beach. We were packed up & heading for home by 12:30, with me being very satisfied with my few hours on the water & looking forward to some sashimi meals. The tuna measured at 71cm and 67 cm.





