The blackfish banks were pounded this week by private boats and we did a little ourselves. The "Legend" proclaimed that Friday was the best ever. While I think that is a bit of an exaggeration, it was our best fishing of the season. Sunday, the grounds were crowded and the fish seemed to be feeling the pressure. We had constant bites, but the fish were hard to hook, with the current running up against the gusty NW wind. We still had a good day and once again Big Tom did better then everyone aboard at the fillet table.