Looking back, it’s moments like this that define what we do. Fishing is never just about numbers, it’s about connection, teamwork, and helping someone achieve something truly special.

Warm temperatures welcomed us on our third trip of the season, along with a favorable current that set the tone early. Our new guests from Thailand, joined by one angler from Germany, formed a truly unique and memorable group, bringing great energy and plenty of special moments out on the water.

Early in the trip, we lost more than 11 fish and mostly landed smaller ones. Bites didn’t come easily, and our guests had to put in real effort to make things happen.

3, 2, 1… let’s go! Early flight from London to Libreville, the capital of Gabon. After weeks of preparation and waiting, the excitement is at its peak. The travel goes as smoothly as it can be, with luggage delivered (what a relief!) and only a short wait at the border. The long trip to get the visa at the Gabonese embassy in London was totally worth it.

The first night delivered plenty of action, with loads of threadfin coming to the boat and a few cobia mixed in. Tarpon, however, were noticeably absent, either holding elsewhere or simply not feeding.

The 2025 fishing season in Gabon kicked off with a week that tested both skill and patience. Early-season conditions were far from ideal, as the region’s signature heavy rains had yet to arrive.

For any guide or host, the wish list for a good season is simple: great guests and great fishing. This Djibouti season offered all of that, and then some. The final group of the season arrived like the cherry on top of an already spectacular cake.

The second week of our Djibouti Autumn Season didn’t disappoint. It matched the excitement of the first week, though with slightly less shore action.

With over 160 GTs landed between Socotra and Djibouti this week alone, Wild Sea Expedition proudly stands at the forefront of the global GT fishing scene.

This trip wasn’t really meant to happen, as it hadn’t been planned long in advance. But when my best mate Marcello told me he had holidays in August and wanted to go fishing somewhere, I just said: “Let’s go to Los Roques.