One of my favorite fish to catch and observe is the little tunny. When they arrive in our inshore waters in late summer my mania to pursue these beautiful fish comes on strong. The problem is that they can be very frustrating, due to their behavior and ability to be everywhere but where you are. Adding to the challenge of pursuing these fish was the fact that my boat was out of commission for many weeks, right during the time that these creatures invaded our waters in significant numbers. While I have finally been in the right place at the right time a couple of times (landing 6 on the fly rod and 4 on the spinning rod), my time on the water friday was almost unbearably frustrating. Hence, I decided that a trip to the nearest wild trout stream was in order on Saturday. The beautiful brookies that I caught there made me forget (temporarily) about my generally bad luck pursuing the other fish that I am enamored with.