First big fish of the expedition - and it is a good one!
We’d barely settled into the rhythm of the trip when the ocean decided to deliver a proper opening act.
About 15 nautical miles south-west of Cape Reinga, the rod loaded up hard and stayed there — that unmistakable, heavy, relentless pull that isn’t a false alarm. The best part: it was Bruce’s brand-new rod and reel, and this was the first fish not just for the setup, but for the trip. No warm-up. No “starter” kahawai. Straight into serious territory.
The fight was classic bigeye: deep, stubborn power with those grinding runs that test everything — drag setting, knots, patience, and the person on the handle. Bruce settled in, found the rhythm, and just kept doing the work. No drama, no panic, just steady pressure and good decisions.
When colour finally showed alongside the yacht, the scale of it hit home. This wasn’t a “take a quick photo and toss it in the bin” job. About 50kg, thick through the shoulders, and very much still full of attitude at the transom.
Getting it onboard was a mission in the best and worst ways. The cockpit suddenly turned into a coordinated exercise in timing, leverage, and not doing anything stupid. We got control first — then the hard part began: lifting a powerful, deadweight tuna from water level onto the deck without damaging gear, the boat, or ourselves. It took teamwork, tail control, and a lot of hauling at awkward angles. There’s nothing elegant about that moment — just effort, saltwater, and a few choice words.
Eventually, with one last heave, it was aboard. Relief first. Then the grin.
First fish of the trip. First fish on the new rod and reel. And a proper Cape Reinga welcome — the kind that reminds you why you carry the gear, watch the spread, and keep a knife sharp.
Log note: Bigeye are all business. If you hook one, clear the cockpit early, plan the landing before it’s at colour, and assume getting it aboard will take longer than you think.
Tonight’s menu: sorted.