Fishin' Frenzy Makes Their Own Path | Wicked Tuna: Outer Banks

[Music] Where are the fish, man? See anything spectacular?

I see a lot of water, see a lot of other boats. Yeah, there's no tuna though. The spot we're at was hot the last couple days, but apparently it's all dried up. It makes it extremely difficult for us to pinpoint these fish in the Outer Banks. They're in certain pockets of water, and they move constantly.

I've seen it like this here before, you know, it's a tuna nightmare. Ain't been one single fish. The fish are hiding from us. It's tough circling around; we're not seeing anything worth fishing on. A little bit of bait here and there, not marking any fish kind of takes the wind out of your sails.

We're marking, we're marking a nice big one. See them up at 10 and 20. The bait there is the yellow and the green, and then that's the tuna right there. So they're right in close proximity here. It's like a ghost town out here; this place is dead.

Yeah, man, I don't have but one wheel to turn, and I don't know which way to turn it. Oh man, I wish that I was anywhere but here. As far as I'm concerned, to not share information when you know another guy's struggling to catch fish, that kind of goes against the code, if you will.

I'm sorry about that, guys, but Market Stu, if you want to risk it, you should head over here, here around the 5:30, working our way up. Nice big ones. What it's worth?

[Applause] That sounds pretty good to me, bud. That sounds pretty good. Hard Merchant just came on the radio. Even though he's having a struggle, he's telling this hungry fleet that he's seeing some fish. That's strong, buddy. It says a lot about the man.

Shoot, man, what to do? There is a risk that I pick up and leave and go try to run down to him. The fish disappears. But despite all the risk, if he's seeing some fish, that's where I want to be. I tell you what, go ahead and crank them up. I'm just going to hedge a bet that maybe I can get down here a little bit.

I want to run up there; they're up here about four or five miles ahead of us. I think we need to get going. Let's pull him in; let's head towards Morciano. Reel in the rigger, Bubby.

What'd you hear? I heard Hard Merch might be in the fish now, but I'm staying right here. This late in the season, we can't afford to go chasing a radio. You know, Dave's a pretty good guy. I feel like he would be telling us exactly what he's seeing, but he hasn't hooked a fish either, so you can't go chasing phantoms and ghosts; that's like dreaming.

I need a fish. If we stay in a good spot long enough, we'll get one. I'm not a fleet fisherman, and I never have been.