In the next few days, in fact, for the rest of the trip, the winds would keep us off the seamount. We headed up to the cabrilla spot one day. Kerry managed to hook a nice pan-sized Leopard Grouper for lunch.

Once again though, the wind came up, this time out of the north. The north wind vs. the east swell made a mucho sloppy ride back. I was soaked, Geoff was wet and Kerry was acting as coxswain, cheering me on as I fought the waves during the 4 miles or so back. I was glad to be back on shore. Geoff cleaned up the catch of the day.

Geoff snoozed on shore. Kerry and I tried to throw some fish carcasses close enough to him so that the ensuing gull fight would wake him up, but the gulls were chickens...so to speak.

On Tuesday, our last day there, the day started out calm. I headed toward the islands, but we stopped short after only making it out about 2 miles. The wind was starting to pick up. We fished in about 125' of water for awhile, but got tired of catching nothing. We went back to the basshump off shore, and bounced a few. The wind built and the waves increased, so we beached the boat as soon as the tide was high enough to get back in.

We then settled in for another tranquil afternoon.