Fishing be good! The title refers to matters on the home front. Jane and Kelly are up in California getting Kelly ready to start college in 10 days. So I start out feeling older than dirt, and I'm all alone. It's pretty cool for 3-4 days, playin' music at what I feel is the real volume (statement made by one who grew up in the left hand speaker stack at the Fillmore Auditorium), being able to wander 'round a bit in the morning without waking anyone, phone has started ringing less as greater La Paz figures out that the targets of their communication are currently not on the island, and the dog has stopped asking, "Where's that nice lady that always throws the ball for me?" On the other hand cookin' for one sucks (hey,I'll have a sandwich, again), and there's no body (not a misprint) to play with. It's a big adjustment, and some of them ain't comin' back at least for awhile. Kelly, the last one to ripen, has been standing on the edge of the nest flappin' for a couple of years now, and has for now left the nest. She's up in San Jose, livin' with Aunt Ann and reestablishing residency in the Cal system. I have absolutely no doubt that she will succeed at whatever her chosen course is, and I'm quite proud of her, but... I'll miss her impish grin and her ready willingness to argue (got that from her Mom). I might even miss the last minute projects and large groups of friends at the house who are "working" on said projects. It'll be fun watchin' her, albeit from a distance. Chris is returning to La Paz at month end, and if all goes according to the shifting plan, he will be a full time resident before the leaves turn brown and fall from the cactus (you know what I mean). Jane is due to return as soon as Kelly gets settled in, or when the heat calms down in La Paz, whichever happens second.
The fishing? Steady dorado, mostly still mediums, but more and more bigun's. Inside, outside, bait, lures, whatever, dorado are pretty well dialed in. This week striped marlin, blue marlin, and one atlantic short billed spearfish. A few tuna, mostly small ones at the south point and rumours of larger fish cruisin' with the cochis (porpoise). 0.5 son Ricky was out over the weekend and saw a school of 12 or so wahoo cruisin' Roca Montana, so it feels like this weeks fisherfolk will have a few more options.
Well, that's the state of the onion for now, we'll peel back a couple more layers in a day or two, 'til then, stay safe, and have fun,
David
