Howdy All. I just completed some work in Cairns and then sailed from there back to Pohnpei. On the way we fished a magic place called Lyra Reef. It was a pretty ordinary trip weather wise, with me spending the first two days seasick, and I don't get seasick. But the fishing Gods smiled upon us and when we got to Lyra the wind stopped, the swell stopped and the current slowed. Like I said magic. Within five minutes of us trolling we picked up a small wahoo, then all hell broke loose. Over the next three hours I landed nine dogtooth tuna and a spanish mackeral. The other lads landed another 12-15 between them. I was the only one using a diver, the rest all stuck with their surface skirts. The diver was definately the winner on the day. My best fish went an estimated 25-28kgs and pulled like a train. We stopped the boat to clean up and I was asked if I wanted to have a jig. Instantly all of me weariness left me and within two minutes I had gathered my jigging rod and was sending a 80g jig down. I felt a couple of touches on the way down, hit the bottom, three twitching jigs and bang, the rod is nearly ripped out of my arms. A solid red bass that felt bigger than it ending up being as I was spent from all the effort put into the earlier doggies. I only dropped down two more times for a good trevally and a lost jig to an unknown. As much as I wanted to keep fishing, I had nothing left in the tank. Absolute first time for everything. I could hardly raise my arms to wash off the blood in the shower. An awesome session.