Fishermen's Fleet Reports

"Counting stars by candle light, all are dim but one is bright.
 The spiral light of Venus, rising first and shining best.
 On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon.
 While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune."
                                                                                       -R.H.

"Well Dave, here we are on a full moon, and you said that the yellowtail bite best on a full moon, and we're not doing very well on 'em", or something to that effect was mentioned by some clients late last week. Hang on there weed hopper, this isn't an equation in just one variable. They do feed best an hour either side of the high tide, and best on heavy currents, as in full moon, but hey there's a lot of acreage out there and you gots to look around. Water temps are right, full moon, go find 'em gd'it. Aha! Upon venturing northward, near the north end of Cerrallvo, voila! yellowtail. Not to say that every boat killed 'em, as all were looking in different places, but a couple came from the south point, and 1/2 dozen nice big fat ones for the guys that ventured northward. "My Captain is the best," cried the victors, and like calling a no hitter in the 6th inning, the next day they were cruelly, but fairly,  rewarded by the fish gods with low boat status, while their amigos, victims of their triumphant approbrium just the day before, were now the world champions for the new day, with 7 yellowtail, a couple of nice cabrilla, and a pargo lisa or two. Not that the former champs had gotten skunked, they had 2 yellowtail, but the light of victory of the prior day was diminished.to a mere afterglow.  Then the upstarts from the mountainous regions had their turn, two consecutive days of high boat. What were they doing differently? Their Captain had stopped along the way to jig up some monterey sardines, forsaking the smaller sardinia that had done so well the previous two days. These bigger baits were the ticket the last two days, capturing an even dozen nice yellowtail with cabrilla and pargo mulatto mixed in for variety.  Today is the rubber match, and after a couple days of dialing in the details I'll bet that the competition will be fierce, but friendly. They'll all be winners, at least in relation to the enjoyable, but somewhat less exciting task of recording their previous days events for posterity. The water is starting to warm, with random sightings of flying fish, and one dorado on the beach mid last week. It's about time for Chris and I to venture outside for our annual early season exploration. Stay tuned, stay awake, and Go Giants!
David