Well, wouldn't you know it, first week comin' up at Mag Bay, and hurricane Miriam (Hans' mothers' name) comes boppin' along to remind us about best laid plans. But first, so I don't disappoint the General, A FISH REPORT FOR LAS ARENAS: Fishing the last couple of days has been a SUCK+. Yesterday we took some dorado, but nothin' to write home about, although that's what I'm doin', and today was worse. What's this about? Well, could be a bad couple of days, could be wacky barometer in front of the storm, could even be the presence of the General himself, causing the deep inner insecurities of the fish to blossom into full blown depression and a lack of desire to participate in their normal activities. Probably not. From the perspective of the human senses there isn't anything particularly different about the last two days, just been shitty. Won't last long. Some friends from Alaska are heading north today, to San Carlos, and we're hopin' that they'll get a couple of good days in before the sky begins to fall. One day at a time, one step at a time, poco a poco,
David
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