Yesterday I had Blake on the boat for a short day of combo fishing. Sundays are so hard on the water -- the googens are all over the place -- but it was his last day on the Cape and the only day I had open. We started off at all the local haunts, seeing some splashers but nothing to get worked up over. Ran a few miles and set up with vertical jigging outfits, marked some tuna but had no luck. We did manage to pull out some nice bass up to thirty pounds. That put a smile on our faces. Working out east only to find groups of humpbacks and not a lot of feed for them so we pushed on and found the mother lode of pushing fish up on top. It was a mixed bag of tuna, some in the one hundred class range and some much bigger. We left them for the stick boats. Blake had multiple shots with not a lot of joy, but that's tuna fishing. It takes patience. As the fish get bigger they are acting more like giants every day, and with the amount of live bait kite fisherman out there It can be hard to get bites. The fish are getting an early education.