As I expected, we hit town right in the middle of a little slump. My boat, the Bushwacker with Capt. Skeet Warren, still got 16 sail bites the first day, and we caught eight, but we had to run 45 miles to get them. Boats running even farther south could still get the 30-plus bites per day, but it had slowed considerably within a 20-mile run of Herradura Bay, where the resort is based. Bo Jenyns, on the beautiful little Bertram 31 Straight Up with a Twist, also got a good number of bites the first day and had an even better conversion rate, catching 11 of 20 or so bites. Our other two teams didn't fare as well, catching two or three apiece. These kinds of numbers stayed with us throughout the four days of fishing, with one or two boats hitting them OK, while the others struggled through a slow pick. Seas were glass calm, and the weather and water were hot.