The first light of dawn appears as if by magic, at first dimly lit, then rapidly emerging into the sheer brightness of early morn, colored as if set on fire. This very special time of day is known to fishermen alike as the birth place of new dreams, and new realities which later in the day bed down to darkness, and the memory of what was, or had just been. These are the energies that complete man and his endeavors to be what ever he wishes to be. We are all passengers trolling upon the many facets and textures we call the sea. Our ride is only complete when we master the time we spend upon her. Our lines are set with lures that echo our trust in them, the vibration and rush of prop wash sprinkle them with spice, these are the tools that invite the mighty ocean predators to visit our space and time.

Aloha, Great Fishing
Captain Bart Miller