Spanish Mackerel

Scomberomorini, commonly called the Spanish mackerels or Seerfishes, is a tribe of ray-finned bony fishes in the mackerel family, Scombridae – a family it shares with the mackerel, tuna and bonito tribes, plus the butterfly kingfish.

This tribe comprises 21 species in 3 genera:

  • Acanthocybium
    • A. solandri, Wahoo
  • Grammatorcynus
    • G. bicarinatus, Shark mackerel
    • G. bilineatus, Double-lined mackerel
  • Scomberomorus
    • S. brasiliensis, Serra Spanish mackerel
    • S. cavalla, King mackerel
    • S. commerson, Narrow-barred Spanish mackerel
    • S. concolor, Monterrey Spanish mackerel
    • S. guttatus, Indo-Pacific king mackerel
    • S. koreanus, Korean seerfish
    • S. lineolatus, Streaked seerfish
    • S. maculatus, Atlantic Spanish mackerel
    • S. multiradiatus, Papuan seerfish
    • S. munroi, Australian spotted mackerel
    • S. niphonius, Japanese Spanish mackerel
    • S. plurilineatus, Kanadi kingfish
    • S. queenslandicus, Queensland school mackerel
    • S. regalis, Cero mackerel
    • S. semifasciatus, Broadbarred king mackerel
    • S. sierra, Pacific sierra
    • S. sinensis, Chinese seerfish
    • S. tritor, West African Spanish mackerel

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