Author: Polaris Supreme

It was my first summer crewing on a long-range boat, the Polaris Supreme no less. We were steaming down the line heading for Alijos Rocks for a shot at fall wahoo and yellowfin tuna. About forty miles north of the seamount we came across what can be considered flotsam and jetsam, a giant, waterlogged, redwood barely floating above the surface. The tree had been logged but somehow, possibly falling off a lumber ship or barge, had made its way into these tropical waters. A couple of sea turtles sat on top of the dark mossy ancient tree sunning themselves. One…