WE WERE THREE TUNA-CRAZED seasoned fishermen from South Philly, headed for the Wilmington Canyon, out of Cape May, New Jersey. The boat, a 30-foot center console called Impulse, cleared the inlet an hour past daylight, with Greg, Kenny, and myself aboard. A storm had just passed, and we
anticipated a hot bite; the tuna bite is best right after a storm. Our T-shirts’ logos
read, “Fuel, Bait, & Desire” and we were brimming with the latter.
BY NICK PINARDO | ILLUSTRATIONS BY JEFF MOORES
REVENGE of the Tuna
What happens when three canyon
fishermen watch their boat slowly
sink out from under them? These
guys save the tuna, of course!
The ride out was fantastic. We surfed the
whole way in a following sea, launching the
boat off about three separate waves – the
kind when you say, “OOOOH MY, that
hurt,” then put your kidneys back in place.
Two hours later, the skies cleared, and the
sun shined on us and right through the
cobalt-blue water. Water so clear you could
see a silver chunk of butterfish sink to 6o
LIFE YOUR STORIES FROM THE EDGE