Well, haven't written in some time, in fact many of you might not be there, but then there wouldn't be many of you, would there? Last year had weddings, funerals, wills, lots of family stuff, and I just kinda got outta the swing of blogifying.
This year started out with out apparent El Nino hangover lingering. Fishing was OK, new guys liked it, old timers noticed that it wasn't up to snuff. Then came July, and midway through that month things started to heat up. Lots of wahoo, growing number of still dinky dorado, but sporadic sardine sightings and the flag started change direction and stand out from the pole just a bit. August brought on a yellowfin tuna bite that still continues. Virtually all of these fish have been 15-35 pounds with a very occasional fish in the 70's and 80's. This bite is still going on, solidly. These fish are close to shore in places like Muertos, Punta Perico, Castillo, the island, Boca de Alamo, some days there are in all those spots. Bait? you ask, yowza, we've been using good ol' sardines through this whole bite, they aren't huge, but they are what the tuna are eating, hook or no. The bonus deal on this has been with the fish close to shore in those locations the evil net Nazgul boats have been unable to "harvest" them, and the beat goes on, to the point where local tuna prices are way down, too many god damn tuna!! Multiple ice chests per person have been the rule, and so of course have been complaints about luggage charges at the airport, can't win for losing. (Hint: When you check in at the airport, push the "change seat" button and investigate the price to upgrade to first class. Jane and I did it going north on Alaska for $50 each, then you don't get dinged for the extra check bag, and voila, net cost $25. In the other direction is was $368 to upgrade, and so we did not, but worth checking) Throw in a growing amount of dorado, slow steady wahoo bite, a dash of pargo mulatto, and out sunburned subscribers are heading home rubbing their elbows. It's good.
Capt. Chris is just completing this week at Mag Bay, and he had a day Wednesday that I want to brag about. This is the series of texts that he sent me.
8:15 4 dogsnapper in the boat
8:34 just lost 2 big grouper and a larg yellowtail
9:15 7 yellowtail and a small grouper
10:44 2 more dogs and yellows are up to 15
11:35 35 yellowtail, released 5 to stay at limit, and 4 cabrilla
11:45 done on the yellows, heading after more grouper
This was after a Tuesday when they went to the Thetis and got 5 wahoo, and the customers wanted to quit after 5 marlin, Chris said that there was a metric shit load up there.
That's it for now, fingers out of shape, no politics (can't do it), but I do promise to pic this up more regularly, if you're still out there, thanks.
Stay Having Fun,
David
Friday, October 27, 2017
Thursday, November 17, 2016
By God, it's mostly a fishing report
I had a job trading bits for pieces
We'd make wrinkles, advertise them as creases
Please, find my resignation enclosed,
Mag Bay has it's own roll and rythm. The giant river of current that cascades down the Pacific Coast entertains a wide variety of fishes, and as the season roles on there are stages to this yearly parade. Last week Chris and his band of brigands headed north, beyond the Thetis Bank to an area called "The Ridge". This area officially terminates it's southern extremity at the Thetis, but it is essentially and underwater mountain range, roughly paralleling the coast, in between dry land and the continental shelf. Do the fish navigate by bottom feature or is it the high spots that attract bait and therefore the big boys? Not sure myself, but it hosts some real National Geographic days, those when you feel that mother nature has decided to take off her sweater, flex her biceps, and show off the tattoos that she has acquired. You've probably seen some of the underwater filming of bait balls, tight formations of bait fish being attacked from beneath by a variety of predators. Herding the bait into a tight ball allows the predators to slash and feed their way through the middle, kinda like watchin' Capt. Chris and his friends at a Perry Boys'. Although the underwater display is both violent and graceful, much of the grace disappears when you are sitting in a boat in the middle of one of these slaughters. Your first inclination that the bar is open is usually bird activity. As the bait crowds against the air ceiling that defines their environs birds will not miss out on the opportunity to feed on captive prey. As you close on one of these events the underwater activity becomes more visible. Most of the feeding activity this week was striped marlin, although it is common to get tuna, wahoo, dorado, and marlin all goin' at it together. Our Mag Bay Allstars released 22 marlin and 2 sails in 3 days, and had they been trying for records could have probably doubled that, but, why? Marlin were literally bumping into the side of the Dire Wolf, chasing bait back and forth underneath. When hooked fish at the boat would regurgitate some of the bait with which they were stuffed, other marlin would come in to clean up. Literally a dozen marlin all within a grandmas' stones throw of the boat. While fishing is our primary task, there always comes a time in these special circumstances where everyone forgets to fish and just watches this unique and impressive display. Kind of like the few days a year where the sunsets in front of our office are so spectacular that traffic comes to a collective halt and folks just get out of their cars to watch for 5 or 10 minutes. Everyone smiling, happy to have their activities interrupted by pure majesty. Displays such as these are a kind of religious experience, showing us what can be, reminding us of our place, and hinting at our responsibilities as the major consumers off all that our planet can offer.
And on the La Paz side C.W. and his son were going through their own conversion of sorts. Day #1, an ok day, one amberjack and some triggers. Day #2 Even less in the boat, but 1/2 dozen fish rocked them, hard. Thinking that perhaps they had brought Swiss Army Knives to the St. Valentines' Day Massacre, they retooled with some 130lb. fluoro leader had a hell of day #3. Three Cubera Snapper (Dogs to those of us who are devotees) with one of them well over 60 pounds. That's a really big Cubera, biggest we've seen in several years. They had the 3 dogs, and 2 other nice Mulattos. A day of pulling on big fish, successfully. C.W. and son, El Casador, had gotten beaten, regrouped and merged triumphant. It's a good feeling, and if your son is with you to help get it done, it don't get much better.
Have Fun, Be Careful,
David Jones
We'd make wrinkles, advertise them as creases
Please, find my resignation enclosed,
Mag Bay has it's own roll and rythm. The giant river of current that cascades down the Pacific Coast entertains a wide variety of fishes, and as the season roles on there are stages to this yearly parade. Last week Chris and his band of brigands headed north, beyond the Thetis Bank to an area called "The Ridge". This area officially terminates it's southern extremity at the Thetis, but it is essentially and underwater mountain range, roughly paralleling the coast, in between dry land and the continental shelf. Do the fish navigate by bottom feature or is it the high spots that attract bait and therefore the big boys? Not sure myself, but it hosts some real National Geographic days, those when you feel that mother nature has decided to take off her sweater, flex her biceps, and show off the tattoos that she has acquired. You've probably seen some of the underwater filming of bait balls, tight formations of bait fish being attacked from beneath by a variety of predators. Herding the bait into a tight ball allows the predators to slash and feed their way through the middle, kinda like watchin' Capt. Chris and his friends at a Perry Boys'. Although the underwater display is both violent and graceful, much of the grace disappears when you are sitting in a boat in the middle of one of these slaughters. Your first inclination that the bar is open is usually bird activity. As the bait crowds against the air ceiling that defines their environs birds will not miss out on the opportunity to feed on captive prey. As you close on one of these events the underwater activity becomes more visible. Most of the feeding activity this week was striped marlin, although it is common to get tuna, wahoo, dorado, and marlin all goin' at it together. Our Mag Bay Allstars released 22 marlin and 2 sails in 3 days, and had they been trying for records could have probably doubled that, but, why? Marlin were literally bumping into the side of the Dire Wolf, chasing bait back and forth underneath. When hooked fish at the boat would regurgitate some of the bait with which they were stuffed, other marlin would come in to clean up. Literally a dozen marlin all within a grandmas' stones throw of the boat. While fishing is our primary task, there always comes a time in these special circumstances where everyone forgets to fish and just watches this unique and impressive display. Kind of like the few days a year where the sunsets in front of our office are so spectacular that traffic comes to a collective halt and folks just get out of their cars to watch for 5 or 10 minutes. Everyone smiling, happy to have their activities interrupted by pure majesty. Displays such as these are a kind of religious experience, showing us what can be, reminding us of our place, and hinting at our responsibilities as the major consumers off all that our planet can offer.
And on the La Paz side C.W. and his son were going through their own conversion of sorts. Day #1, an ok day, one amberjack and some triggers. Day #2 Even less in the boat, but 1/2 dozen fish rocked them, hard. Thinking that perhaps they had brought Swiss Army Knives to the St. Valentines' Day Massacre, they retooled with some 130lb. fluoro leader had a hell of day #3. Three Cubera Snapper (Dogs to those of us who are devotees) with one of them well over 60 pounds. That's a really big Cubera, biggest we've seen in several years. They had the 3 dogs, and 2 other nice Mulattos. A day of pulling on big fish, successfully. C.W. and son, El Casador, had gotten beaten, regrouped and merged triumphant. It's a good feeling, and if your son is with you to help get it done, it don't get much better.
Have Fun, Be Careful,
David Jones
Friday, November 11, 2016
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me, Other times I can barely see.
Well, it's over. Donald J. Trump is the President of the United States. My favorite line about this has been, "Well, it's like his hair, I know that it's real, but I just can't believe it." Mr. Trump won. I think that all the excuses by the media, those that helped him so much, are garbage. Electoral college vs. actual vote, garbage. Blame it on the blacks for not voting, or the Hispanics for not voting, or give credit to the largest minority, white folks, for getting off their asses and making their choice. These aren't the analyses that we ought to be exploring. I would prefer that we:
Check out why neither party understood the voters. They sure had the donors in mind, and that didn't work. A cheer for that. Like Bernie, D.J. struck a chord, one that the establishment, or the elite, or whatever word you use, didn't even know was on the finger board. The worst part of elite, is the insulation and isolation that seems to go along with it. Time and time again, the ruling class, who may well have started out givin' a shit about the little guy, eventually takes care of themselves, until one day the folks in the fields start to use their shovels and rakes and votes, as weapons of their cause. Will they learn? Probably not.
Wiki leaks, emails, the Russian government all played roles in this thing. We need to decide whether this is part of the whole democratic slaw, or not, and if not, what do we do about it?
A man who ran against the establishment, so well framed by HRC, is now going to put names like Guiliani, Christie, Gingrich, and perhaps even Palin in charge of vast chunks of our democracy. They earned their turn, but are they not just a different tentacle of the establishment cephalopod? I do understand the desire for change, I support it, I crave it, but "same ol' shit" masquerading as change? Didn't we just do that? Is this not just the establishment pendulum swinging within it's well worn arc?
The difference between a good candidate, and a good president is essentially too vast for one person to bridge. That which gets our attention and support is almost diametrically opposed to the stability, intellect, and leadership that we all want our president to possess and project. In Silicon Valley you have a Marketing department, and an operations department, and about all that they share in common are the bathroom facilities. The circus of the campaign allows, nay requires, the coliseum/gladiator like atmosphere of rallies, fake debates, and the character assassination that the viewers apparently crave, and that the media capitalizes upon.
The winner is the winner, the rules are the same for both. But like Mrs. Clintons' surely shady dealings with The Clinton Foundation and Bill Clinton Inc., and Mr. Trumps' ability to legally deduct losses from his taxes that the bank also deducted from theirs, it's wrong. "I didn't break the law" has become and excuse for immoral behavior which has been codified by the purchase of legislators and
legislation.
It is our country, and therefore I wish Pres. Trump all the luck that it will take to get it back into tune.
Have as much fun as the law, and your conscience will allow you to,
David Jones
Check out why neither party understood the voters. They sure had the donors in mind, and that didn't work. A cheer for that. Like Bernie, D.J. struck a chord, one that the establishment, or the elite, or whatever word you use, didn't even know was on the finger board. The worst part of elite, is the insulation and isolation that seems to go along with it. Time and time again, the ruling class, who may well have started out givin' a shit about the little guy, eventually takes care of themselves, until one day the folks in the fields start to use their shovels and rakes and votes, as weapons of their cause. Will they learn? Probably not.
Wiki leaks, emails, the Russian government all played roles in this thing. We need to decide whether this is part of the whole democratic slaw, or not, and if not, what do we do about it?
A man who ran against the establishment, so well framed by HRC, is now going to put names like Guiliani, Christie, Gingrich, and perhaps even Palin in charge of vast chunks of our democracy. They earned their turn, but are they not just a different tentacle of the establishment cephalopod? I do understand the desire for change, I support it, I crave it, but "same ol' shit" masquerading as change? Didn't we just do that? Is this not just the establishment pendulum swinging within it's well worn arc?
The difference between a good candidate, and a good president is essentially too vast for one person to bridge. That which gets our attention and support is almost diametrically opposed to the stability, intellect, and leadership that we all want our president to possess and project. In Silicon Valley you have a Marketing department, and an operations department, and about all that they share in common are the bathroom facilities. The circus of the campaign allows, nay requires, the coliseum/gladiator like atmosphere of rallies, fake debates, and the character assassination that the viewers apparently crave, and that the media capitalizes upon.
The winner is the winner, the rules are the same for both. But like Mrs. Clintons' surely shady dealings with The Clinton Foundation and Bill Clinton Inc., and Mr. Trumps' ability to legally deduct losses from his taxes that the bank also deducted from theirs, it's wrong. "I didn't break the law" has become and excuse for immoral behavior which has been codified by the purchase of legislators and
legislation.
It is our country, and therefore I wish Pres. Trump all the luck that it will take to get it back into tune.
Have as much fun as the law, and your conscience will allow you to,
David Jones
Friday, October 28, 2016
NOTHIN' LIKE GNAWIN' AN OLD BONE
Got a call from a really nice guy today. For the sake of this piece, Jorge Peso will be his his nom de plume. Jorge and some of his SoCal stalwarts had been to Mag Bay this year, and had a good trip. Upon returning home Jorge wrote the trip up, and sent it and some pictures of their scaly victims into the Western Outdoor News, as that established periodical solicits and publishes articles from civilians. Aside form receiving free material, this practice allows them a precarious hold to claims of veracity and accuracy in their reporting. After waiting a couple of issues and not seeing his piece, Jorge called them up and wanted to know how come the tale of his friends and he had not yet seen the light of day. "Well", he was told, "We haven't seen that come across our desks, could you resend it." Being a good guy, a trusting member of our greater community, Jorge resent the article, complete with info as to who he fished with and undoubtedly some kind words for Captain Chris. When he saw one of the pictures in a subsequent issue they had merely published the photo, referred to Mag Bay, and Jorge, and that was it. Jorge then called me to ask, "Do they have a big hard on for you, or what?" I assured him that while I was certain that nothing about their aged erection could possibly be big, it certainly does exist. And now, as my idol Paul Harvey was want to say, "The rest of the story."
After an evening of thinking it over, fuck it, I'm not going to drone on about this. Suffice it to say that my experience with them includes:
Relabeling of Fishermens Fleets' customer pictures to say that they were caught during a WON event.
One of their writers was an investor in one of my competitors, during which time several articles, once even two issues in a row, touting this competitor were published.
No less than 3 other customers with experiences identical to Jorges' when submitting articles documenting their trips with us.
During the many years here I have been solicited to buy advertising in the WON, and on two occasions I have been told, on the phone, that this would result in articles covering my business.
When I asked Mr. McDonald about this at the Fred Hall Show he politely told me that, "We have a business to run, and this is how we run it." I think that Enron used that one too.
OK, I get it. Business. But if the advertising and editorial policies of WON are going to overlap to this extent I think that they should print the little "Paid Advertisement" label that magazines use when that is what an article appearing advertisement is published.
Remember also that any business paying the rates that WON charges passes that business expense on to those who buy their product so the money that advertisers pay them is actually paid by you. The money we don't spend on them ends up in your pocket, with which we hope you buy even more fishing.
So, if you haven't guessed by now, short of lining the bottom of the cage of a very large and messy parrot, I see no viable use.
After an evening of thinking it over, fuck it, I'm not going to drone on about this. Suffice it to say that my experience with them includes:
Relabeling of Fishermens Fleets' customer pictures to say that they were caught during a WON event.
One of their writers was an investor in one of my competitors, during which time several articles, once even two issues in a row, touting this competitor were published.
No less than 3 other customers with experiences identical to Jorges' when submitting articles documenting their trips with us.
During the many years here I have been solicited to buy advertising in the WON, and on two occasions I have been told, on the phone, that this would result in articles covering my business.
When I asked Mr. McDonald about this at the Fred Hall Show he politely told me that, "We have a business to run, and this is how we run it." I think that Enron used that one too.
OK, I get it. Business. But if the advertising and editorial policies of WON are going to overlap to this extent I think that they should print the little "Paid Advertisement" label that magazines use when that is what an article appearing advertisement is published.
Remember also that any business paying the rates that WON charges passes that business expense on to those who buy their product so the money that advertisers pay them is actually paid by you. The money we don't spend on them ends up in your pocket, with which we hope you buy even more fishing.
So, if you haven't guessed by now, short of lining the bottom of the cage of a very large and messy parrot, I see no viable use.
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Damn, is this election thing almost over? Need a diversion? Go fishin'. It continues to be good here, with yellow fin tuna still comin' in daily, often wahoo, the large marlin are still here, some pargo. "No different than last time?", you ask. " I thought that you didn't update unless things had changed", you say. Right enough. I wrote this for my General, who I can hear grumbling from here. The thing that wasn't in the last report is Magdelena Bay. In our 6th year there it remains one of the highest quality fishing trips on the planet. Groups this year are scoring on grouper, yellow tail, yellow fin, wahoo, amberjack, cabrilla, sierra, and a few "i don't know what it was, but it tasted good" fish. Leavin' town excited and antsy, returning a week later a little browner, happy, tired, fishingly spent if you will. Our perspective is that this trip is a much better value, with better variety and quality of fish than most of the trips to Alaska, and a fish load cheaper. Depending on who you want to win the election, and on who wins, feel free to at least temporarily escape the end of the world as you know it. Go fishing.
It's almost over, let's get together and make it better,
David Jones
It's almost over, let's get together and make it better,
David Jones
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
WHY DOES IT WORK LIKE THAT? I DON'T KNOW, JUST ENJOY
JUST FISHIN' ALONG. BEEN PRETTY GOOD THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS, CERTAINLY BETTER THAN EARLIER IN THE YEAR. WHAT'S DIFFERENT? WELL THE WAHOO HAVE CONTINUED TO COOPERATE, PARTICULARLY DURING THE HIGH CURRENT TIMES ASSOCIATED WITH THE FULL MOON, BUT WHAT FOLKS ARE CENTERING ON IS A YELLOW FIN TUNA BITE. NICE FISH, NO FOOTBALLS, MOSTLY IN THE 20-30 POUND CLASS WITH THE OCCASIONAL "HUSKY" 50 POUNDER. "HUSKY" WAS WHAT THEY USED TO CALL ME IN GRADE SCHOOL WHEN EVERYONE ELSE SEEMED TO BE SMALLER, SO THAT'LL DO FOR NOW. THESE FISH ARE MOVING ALONG THE SHORELINE, SOMETIMES AT CASTILLO, SOMETIMES IN FRONT OF THE HOTEL, OR PUNTA PERICO, OR THE LITTLE BAJO AT THE MOUTH OF MUERTOS. GOTTA LOOK AROUND A LITTLE, BUT AT LEAST THOSE PLACES ARE ALL IN RELATIVELY CLOSE PROXIMITY TO EACH OTHER. SOME DAYS 2, SOME DAYS 4 OR 5 PER BOAT. TO FILL IN THE DAILY BOUQUET THERE ARE SMALL DORADO (SUB 20) MARLIN (SOME VERY LARGE), WAHOO, A FEW DOG SNAPPERS, AND THE UBIQUITOUS TRIGGER FISH. WHILE CERTAINLY NOT A GLAMOUR SPECIES, AND YOU WON'T CATCH ME TELLN' YOU TO COME DOWN IN SEARCH OF THE WILY TRIGGER FISH, THESE TASTY LITTLE GUYS FILL IN THE CHINKS IN THE FISH BOX PRETTY WELL. (NO DIANE, FAR FROM ME TO CAST ASPERSIONS ON YOUR HERITAGE). FOUR DIFFERENT VIGNETTES STAND OUT OVER THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS.
HARBOR MAN, WHO WILL REMAIN ANONYMOUS CAME DOWN TO FISH, BY HIMSELF, AS USUAL. HE IS A GOOD AND SERIOUS FISHERMAN, PATIENT AND PERSISTENT. THIS TRIP HE DIDN'T SLAY QUANTITIES BUT THE VARIETY AND QUALITY OF THE FISH WAS IMPRESSIVE. A 45 LB. YELLOW TAIL, NICE AMBERJACK, GOOD CABRILLA, AND A HUGE DOG SNAPPER (OVER 50 LBS.) WERE THE CREAM OF HIS CATCH. WELL DONE, MAN OF THE HARBOR.
THE PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED DIANE BROUGHT HER TROOPS HERE, HERDING THEM LIKE THE SHEEP THAT THEY AREN'T, BUT HERDING NONE THE LESS. SHE HAD BARELY ESCAPED MATHEW DOWN IN FLORIDA, GOT BACK TO SOCAL ON SATURDAY, CAME DOWN SUNDAY, AND SHE AND THE BOYS COMMENCED TO FISH. WAHOO, TRIGGERS, DORADO, PARGO, TUNA, THEY TOUCHED ALL THE BASES. A NICER AND MORE ENTERTAINING GROUP YOU WILL NOT FIND, EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT THERE ARE DODGER FANS AMONG 'EM. WELL IT'S KINDA LIKE THEY USED TO SAY ABOUT THE GAP IN CYBILL SHEPARDS' TEETH, IT WAS THAT ONE BIT OF IMPERFECTION THAT FRAMED HER OVERALL BEAUTY. AND THERE REMAINS ROOM FOR MARGINAL IMPROVEMENT.
KMcK CAME N FROM TEXAS AS HE HAS BEEN WANT TO DO OVER THE LAST COUPLE OF YEARS. I CAN'T TYPE THE ACCENT, BUT YOU KNOW THAT HE'S FROM THE LAND OF LBJ AFTER THE FIRST 2 WORDS. "WELL DAVE, WE DON'T WANT TO BOTTOM FISH, NONE OF THOSE TRIGGER FISH, WE WANT TO TROLL FOR DORADO OR MARLIN". I TOLD THEIR PROSPECTIVE CAPTAIN, EFRAIN, OF THEIR INSTRUCTIONS, AND HE ALLOWED AS HOW BEST EFFORTS WOULD BE PUT FORTH. AT THE END OF THE DAY ONE VAN GOT BACK ON TIME, AND UPON INTERROGATION ITS' OCCUPANTS REVEALED THAT THE OTHER VAN WAS WAITING, AT THE BEACH, WITH IT'S CREW COMFORTABLY ENSCONCED AT THE CANTINA THERE, WAITING FOR THE LONE STAR STATE CONTINGENT TO COME IN. THEIR CAPTAIN HAD RADIOED IN THAT THEY WERE FAST TO A LARGE MARLIN, AND TO STAY TUNED. AFTER A 4 HOUR FIGHT THEY HAD THE FISH CLOSE ENOUGH TO THE BOAT TO GO PRO IT, AND THEN CUT IT OFF. I'M NOT SURE WHETHER THEY WERE MORE IMPRESSED WITH THE POWER OF THIS ANIMAL, OR THAT THEIR FISHING REQUEST HAD BEEN FULFILLED. EVEN A BLIND PIG......... OVER THEIR NEXT THREE DAYS IN TOWN THEY WANDERED BY THE OFFICE TO SAY HI, AND BY THE SECOND DAY WERE NO LONGER LIMPING. THEY HAD REQUIRED A MASSAGE TO REALIGN THEIR PUNISHED BODIES, AND I'M SURE THE MARLIN WAS STILL RUBBING HER JAW. I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER.
THE LAST SNAPSHOT PERTAINS TO THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS AND THE TUNA BITE. THESE FISH ARE ALL COMING ON SQUID, BUT THERE ARE NO SQUID WHERE THEY ARE EATING. AS A RULE "MATCH THE HATCH" IS A GOOD PHILOSOPHY FOR FISHING, EVEN WHEN THE "HATCH" ARE 40 LB. HUMBOLDT SQUID, BUT IN THIS CASE THERE ARE NOT SQUID THERE. DEPTH FINDERS ARE SHOWING CLOUDS OF SOMETHING NEAR THE BOTTOM, BUT WHEN YOU OPEN THE TUNA UP THEY ARE FULL OF A SMALL, ALMOST MINNOW LIKE, FISH THAT NO ONE RECOGNIZES, BUT NO SQUID. HMMM, DEPENDS ON YOUR MAKE UP I SUPPOSE (I DON'T WEAR MUCH) BUT I FIND IT REFRESHING THAT MYSTERIES STILL PRESENT THEMSELVES, EVEN WITH MY ADVANCED TIME ON THE PLANET.
SQUID MYSTERIES, OF COURSE, MR. TRUMP ON THE OTHER HAND IS A MYSTERY THAT WE NEED TO DO WITHOUT. I KNOW, I KNOW, HILLARY IS A PERSON WHOSE RING I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT THROWING MY HAT IN, NOT EVEN CLOSE, BUT COME ON, THINK IT OVER.
'NUFF SAID
HARBOR MAN, WHO WILL REMAIN ANONYMOUS CAME DOWN TO FISH, BY HIMSELF, AS USUAL. HE IS A GOOD AND SERIOUS FISHERMAN, PATIENT AND PERSISTENT. THIS TRIP HE DIDN'T SLAY QUANTITIES BUT THE VARIETY AND QUALITY OF THE FISH WAS IMPRESSIVE. A 45 LB. YELLOW TAIL, NICE AMBERJACK, GOOD CABRILLA, AND A HUGE DOG SNAPPER (OVER 50 LBS.) WERE THE CREAM OF HIS CATCH. WELL DONE, MAN OF THE HARBOR.
THE PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED DIANE BROUGHT HER TROOPS HERE, HERDING THEM LIKE THE SHEEP THAT THEY AREN'T, BUT HERDING NONE THE LESS. SHE HAD BARELY ESCAPED MATHEW DOWN IN FLORIDA, GOT BACK TO SOCAL ON SATURDAY, CAME DOWN SUNDAY, AND SHE AND THE BOYS COMMENCED TO FISH. WAHOO, TRIGGERS, DORADO, PARGO, TUNA, THEY TOUCHED ALL THE BASES. A NICER AND MORE ENTERTAINING GROUP YOU WILL NOT FIND, EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT THERE ARE DODGER FANS AMONG 'EM. WELL IT'S KINDA LIKE THEY USED TO SAY ABOUT THE GAP IN CYBILL SHEPARDS' TEETH, IT WAS THAT ONE BIT OF IMPERFECTION THAT FRAMED HER OVERALL BEAUTY. AND THERE REMAINS ROOM FOR MARGINAL IMPROVEMENT.
KMcK CAME N FROM TEXAS AS HE HAS BEEN WANT TO DO OVER THE LAST COUPLE OF YEARS. I CAN'T TYPE THE ACCENT, BUT YOU KNOW THAT HE'S FROM THE LAND OF LBJ AFTER THE FIRST 2 WORDS. "WELL DAVE, WE DON'T WANT TO BOTTOM FISH, NONE OF THOSE TRIGGER FISH, WE WANT TO TROLL FOR DORADO OR MARLIN". I TOLD THEIR PROSPECTIVE CAPTAIN, EFRAIN, OF THEIR INSTRUCTIONS, AND HE ALLOWED AS HOW BEST EFFORTS WOULD BE PUT FORTH. AT THE END OF THE DAY ONE VAN GOT BACK ON TIME, AND UPON INTERROGATION ITS' OCCUPANTS REVEALED THAT THE OTHER VAN WAS WAITING, AT THE BEACH, WITH IT'S CREW COMFORTABLY ENSCONCED AT THE CANTINA THERE, WAITING FOR THE LONE STAR STATE CONTINGENT TO COME IN. THEIR CAPTAIN HAD RADIOED IN THAT THEY WERE FAST TO A LARGE MARLIN, AND TO STAY TUNED. AFTER A 4 HOUR FIGHT THEY HAD THE FISH CLOSE ENOUGH TO THE BOAT TO GO PRO IT, AND THEN CUT IT OFF. I'M NOT SURE WHETHER THEY WERE MORE IMPRESSED WITH THE POWER OF THIS ANIMAL, OR THAT THEIR FISHING REQUEST HAD BEEN FULFILLED. EVEN A BLIND PIG......... OVER THEIR NEXT THREE DAYS IN TOWN THEY WANDERED BY THE OFFICE TO SAY HI, AND BY THE SECOND DAY WERE NO LONGER LIMPING. THEY HAD REQUIRED A MASSAGE TO REALIGN THEIR PUNISHED BODIES, AND I'M SURE THE MARLIN WAS STILL RUBBING HER JAW. I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER.
THE LAST SNAPSHOT PERTAINS TO THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS AND THE TUNA BITE. THESE FISH ARE ALL COMING ON SQUID, BUT THERE ARE NO SQUID WHERE THEY ARE EATING. AS A RULE "MATCH THE HATCH" IS A GOOD PHILOSOPHY FOR FISHING, EVEN WHEN THE "HATCH" ARE 40 LB. HUMBOLDT SQUID, BUT IN THIS CASE THERE ARE NOT SQUID THERE. DEPTH FINDERS ARE SHOWING CLOUDS OF SOMETHING NEAR THE BOTTOM, BUT WHEN YOU OPEN THE TUNA UP THEY ARE FULL OF A SMALL, ALMOST MINNOW LIKE, FISH THAT NO ONE RECOGNIZES, BUT NO SQUID. HMMM, DEPENDS ON YOUR MAKE UP I SUPPOSE (I DON'T WEAR MUCH) BUT I FIND IT REFRESHING THAT MYSTERIES STILL PRESENT THEMSELVES, EVEN WITH MY ADVANCED TIME ON THE PLANET.
SQUID MYSTERIES, OF COURSE, MR. TRUMP ON THE OTHER HAND IS A MYSTERY THAT WE NEED TO DO WITHOUT. I KNOW, I KNOW, HILLARY IS A PERSON WHOSE RING I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT THROWING MY HAT IN, NOT EVEN CLOSE, BUT COME ON, THINK IT OVER.
'NUFF SAID
Saturday, September 3, 2016
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL, OR IN THIS CASE, FALLS ETERNAL
FISHING HAS BEEN GOOD THIS YEAR. YOU KNOW THAT IF THE GUY DOING THE FISHING REPORTS SAYS, "GOOD", THAT AIN'T ALL THAT GOOD. WE'VE CAUGHT LOTS OF FISH, GOOD YEAR FOR WAHOO AND MARLIN, LOTS OF PARGO, BEST YEAR IN YEARS FOR THE PARGON, BIG ROOSTERFISH, BUT STILL MISSING HAS BEEN OUR NORMAL MAINSTAY, THE DORADO. I FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT THIS IS A DIRECT RESULT OF EL NINO, BUT...
WITH WATER TEMPS UP NORTH RETURNING TO "NORMAL' WE'VE SEEN SOME REALLY UP NOTES OF LATE. MORE AND MORE DORADO THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS, IN SEVERAL DIFFERENT PLACES, A FEW BIG ONES ON THE BUOYS, ALL GOOD SIGNS THAT I FIRMLY BELIEVE/HOPE POINT TOWARDS A LATE SEASON DORADO BITE, GOOD CHANCE. THE LAST WEEK WE'VE BEEN TAKING 15-30 LB. YELLOWFIN TUNA. THEY ARE IN THE AREA FROM THE OLD HOTEL TO THE SOUTH POINT AND ARE FEASTING ON SQUID. I'M GOING OUT IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS TO FIND THEM, AND EAT THEM. i'LL REPORT BACK.
ENJOY,
DAVID
WITH WATER TEMPS UP NORTH RETURNING TO "NORMAL' WE'VE SEEN SOME REALLY UP NOTES OF LATE. MORE AND MORE DORADO THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS, IN SEVERAL DIFFERENT PLACES, A FEW BIG ONES ON THE BUOYS, ALL GOOD SIGNS THAT I FIRMLY BELIEVE/HOPE POINT TOWARDS A LATE SEASON DORADO BITE, GOOD CHANCE. THE LAST WEEK WE'VE BEEN TAKING 15-30 LB. YELLOWFIN TUNA. THEY ARE IN THE AREA FROM THE OLD HOTEL TO THE SOUTH POINT AND ARE FEASTING ON SQUID. I'M GOING OUT IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS TO FIND THEM, AND EAT THEM. i'LL REPORT BACK.
ENJOY,
DAVID
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