Anticipation. Folks coming down here have a pretty good head of expectation vapor on board. Sure, we try to tell you how good the fishing can be, and also exactly how it is at any given moment. But some of you, you know who you are, are driven to read the Brand X reports, always glowing, "Hurry, only one boat left!". It's not just the reports, You've saved your hard earned frog skins, and want it to be well spent, which at least partly translates for most of us into a pile o' fish. I've written on this before, and probably will again, but it's fun to have new guys down here, and to talk to them about how much fun La Paz, and fishing with us, is. Sure, some of you came down here 87 years ago and could "Walk across the backs of the yellow tail", but I can't think of another destination that offers the convenience, quality fishing, and value that we do. My old, and deceased friend, Jack Hinkle was responsible for many great phrases
"I think that we're picking the fly shit outta the pepper here."
"She is as smart as you think she is, but not as smart as she thinks she is."
and others, but one of many things that I learned from him was "under promise, and over deliver", and we try, with a relatively high degree of success to do just that. Case in point are two sets of first timers down here this week. The fishing was about a C+ on the La Paz scale, but over 3 days they each caught yellow tail , sierra, cabrilla, and several varieties of pargo. Good enough, but when I started to make some excuses about the fishing often being better I found myself in the somewhat odd but not unpleasant position of having my customers defend me, to me. They had a great time, caught some of the largest fish they've ever had, and are planning their return trips. Shut up David!
I Love Ketchup,
D
