It was o-dark-30 in Key Largo and you already know what that means—wahoo time. I rolled out in the rain with the boys (Haiko and Matthew), set the spread, and started trolling our way offshore toward the Key Largo Humps. The weather got sporty quick with those 4–5 footers, but we stuck to the plan. Along the way we put a couple solid blackfin tuna in the box, bled them out right, and kept saying it: we’re here for one thing. Then it finally happened—fish on, no jump, a little headshake, and then color… WAHOO. When that fish came over the rail the whole vibe changed, sun popped out, and we were yelling thanks to Max Torrez because those plugs got it done. Capt Deb’s intel had us right where we needed to be, almost right by the hump. Day two we went full catch-and-cook: I broke down the tuna and that big boy wahoo, cleaned up the slime, pulled the bloodline, and we turned it into a full-on sushi party—nigiri, rolls, spicy tuna hand rolls, the whole deal. Lousy rainy Sunday in the Keys? We’ll still find something delicious to do.