Back in early Might, I took my initial trip to Marathon…and received my butt entirely handed to me in 4 times howling west winds and not a one keeper offshore. Arrived back again down this weekend, fished afternoon Saturday and Sunday. Identified 4 BFT’s in 300ish, went out to 800 or so. Tons of textbook weedlines out there…with no existence. Arrived in and picked up a couple phins off a floating buoy in one hundred seventy feet. Could have had additional but we were not on our A activity with tangled strains. Practically nothing to brag about, but we received supper and didn’t get skunked. Sunday was slower with a peanut on the troll in shut and that was it.