Date: August
4 to 6, 2026
Anglers: Whitney
Uyeda (Chartermaster), Shannon Gallagher, Ban Deloviar, Shaun Willhite, Jason
Uyeda, Dea-noh Uyeda, Rodney Aoto, Fumio Ogoshi, Dan Clause, Glenn Cantello, Kevin
Sherry, Keith Maruya, Steve Chuang, David Dang, Cathy Needleman, and Jan Howard
Boat and Crew: Endeavor,
owned and operated by Tucker McCombs; Joseph (second captain) with Joey and Ethan
on deck and Rob in the galley
Trip: Two
days fishing Santa Rosa Island and offshore
Catch: 33
halibut, 38 white seabass, 4 yellowtail, 4 yellowfin tuna, 84 bluefin
tuna, 1 lingcod, 1 sheepshead, several reds and miscellaneous rockfish
Trip Details: Steve,
Keith and I planned to ride together. Steve offered to drive so we met up at my house for the trip. There were 8 or 9 of
our group already at the landing when we arrived around 8 pm. We
signed the manifest, unloaded our gear then Steve parked the car. The boat had already come in and unloaded from
its previous trip and was at the fuel dock refueling. Around 9 pm, the boat was back in its slip
and Tucker invited us on board.
Whitney had informed us that the OG’s (old guys) were to board first
and select their bunks before YG’s.
Cathy and I qualified as one of the four OG’s so as we started down the
plank to the boat, Whitney grabbed our heavy gear and took it down for us. Thanks,
Whitney. We selected bunks close to the starboard bunkroom door so we
would have fresh air while sleeping.
Tucker gathered everyone on the back desk and gave us the
safety speech, informed us we would be fishing Santa Rosa Island for halibut
and seabass and we should set up dropper loop outfits for the morning. After setting up my tackle, I settled into my
bunk for the night. The rest of the
passengers were treated to a very generous raffle with prizes provided by
Whitney, Shannon and others. When I got
up the next morning, Whitney gave me my raffle prizes which included Spam (which
I like) and lots of plastics, leadheads, an Aftco dry bag, jigs etc.
We fished for halibut first in the morning with everyone getting in on the action.
I can't believe I caught 3 myself with one of those being a larger
fish. When the action slowed, we had 33
halibut on board.
Tucker moved the boat around the island until he found
the seabass. They bit so well everyone got in on the action. I was very lucky to catch 4 of my own. We had 38 seabass on board when Tucker asked
us if we wanted to go fish for bluefin tuna.
What? We weren’t expecting that. Tucker said we could get to the bluefin
grounds in time to night fish with jigs.
A vote was taken and tuna fishing won.
Tucker suggested we get our gear set up, take a nap, have dinner then it would be time to fish.
I hadn’t brought any tuna gear. No tuna rods, no jigs, no reels with depths
marked on the line – nothing. Tucker said
the boat had enough jigs for everyone and crew would set us up. All we needed was a reel with at least 65
pound spectra and they would spool it with enough 100-pound mono for shock absorption
then tie on the jig. I grabbed my Penn Torque
2 speed, stripped the line off down to the spectra and crew set me up with a
knife jig. As Tucker advised, I headed
to my bunk for a nice long nap. Travel
to the tuna grounds would be several hours.
When I awoke, Rob was finishing up preparing our dinner –
pot roast, mashed potatoes, veggies, salad, ice cream and brownies. The pot roast diner was delicious and
provided much needed nourishment for the night that awaited us.
When full darkness was upon us, Tucker found a school of 30-to-50-pound
bluefin tuna somewhere offshore between Santa Barbara Island and San Nickolas Island. The calm traveling seas had given way to wind
and swells that rocked the boat tossing us older, smaller or lighter folks
around like ping pong balls. However,
that didn’t keep us from joining the chaos of casting a jig out and letting it
drop down 300 feet then winding as fast as possible till the jig broke the
surface or had attracted the reaction bite of a bluefin tuna stopping the jig. If
the jig reaches the surface, you repeat the action until you hook a fish. When you succeeded in hooking one, you had a
real fight on your hands trying to bring the fish in. These
fish would drag you up and down the rail requiring you to weave your line over
and under other anglers, trying not to cut them off or vice versa and trying
not to fall down.
I tried a couple casts then watched instead of fishing. I was concerned about being
able to fish and stand up. I watched
anglers hooking fish after fish some landing 4 to 7 fish. The first school of fish eventually quit biting
so Tucker found another one. These fish
reacted the same way so I decided it was time to try. I asked Tucker to hook me a fish to pull
on. It took him about one minute to hand
me a fish. I managed to bring that fish
in without falling down, then the adrenaline hit me. Now I had to hook one of my own. It took a few tries before I succeeded. I landed my fourth bluefin just as we reached
two-day boat limits and the school was handed over to the Amigo. I still can’t
believe I managed to land 4 at my age.
Tucker said we were heading to SBI to fish for yellowtail
in the morning. It was 2 am when my head
hit the pillow.
The engines turned down indicating it was time to get up
and fish. We had managed only 3 hours of sleep until time to fish again. I don’t know how the crew does it. Fishing
was slow this day with 4 yellowtail being caught before we tried for rockfish. I fished the bow so I don’t know how many or
what kind of rockfish were caught. I
caught 1 red and two starry rockfish before my line broke and I lost all my gear. I took that as a hint that it was time to
break down my gear and rest. We only
fished another half hour before calling it a trip and heading back to dock – a 4
plus hour trip.
Crew pulled all the fish out of the hold and lined them up
by number. Tucker and Joseph fileted all
the tuna first with crew bagging the filets.
They managed to finish just before we got back to the harbor.
When we arrived we realized we had a problem getting all our fish in our ice chests. Steve
didn't take any tuna home (he didn’t even fish for them), but I took 3 and Keith took two home. Everyone had a similar
problem. This trip was equivalent to an excellent long range 10-day trip in terms of fish caught. I doubt this kind of trip will ever happen again. Definitely one for the books
We took final group photos, said our goodbyes and headed home. We stopped to
drop off most of my fish with Shig for his family before getting home.
Many thanks to Whitney for putting together a great group
of fishermen, all of which are accomplished, fun, kind and considerate. Of course, the stars were Tucker (who can’t
leave biting fish anywhere), Rob for feeding us well and Tucker’s wonderful crew. Also, much appreciation for the generous donations
of tackle. Until next year!