Okay. I have to admit. I get ZERO credit for any Tako caught today. Zero. Zilch. Nada. (note Bamboo the dog eagerly hoping I will drop one of these…)

My son Jay gets partial credit for “tickling” one of these octopus out of it’s home by massaging it with his spear, and then grabbing on to it as it tried to escape in an ink-spewing, suction-cup-clinging battle.

Our mentor, Brady Borge bagged a total of 5 tako, all keepers. Brady has the eye to see these creatures a mile away, while one might be suctioned to my bald head and I’d never even know it. Brady can sense a “tako house” in his sleep. I am so thankful for the time he has spent teaching us.

For dinner tonight I made two styles of Tako poke — one is my new secret recipe.  It is killer.

Oh, geeze, I have plenty of work to do….  More soon, I hope.

Aloha from the most beautiful Island on Earth.

~r