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| If not for the courage of the fearless crew.......... |
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| Cabrizilla |
Clocks are running late
Paint by numbers morning sky
Looks so phony
Dawn is breaking everywhere
Light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains
I don't care 'cause
It's all right
Sorry that you feel that way
The only thing there is to say
Every linings' got a
Touch of Grey
The shoe is on the hand it fits
There's really nothing much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit
'cause it's all right
I will get by/I will survive
We will get by/We will survive
r. hunter
I got kidnapped yesterday, again. This time was so much better than last time, I just can't tell ya'. No really, I can't tell you. Bobo, Romeo, and El Carpintero informed me that all work would stop, calls would be left unanswered, emails would be left without response, facebook comments would be left uncommented upon, appointments would be ignored, bills would be unpaid, all of it! I've fished on each and every of my birthdays, virtually without fail, since 1973 or so, and now that I was turning 60, it wasn't time to break with tradition. "YEA, thrice YEA", says I. After the Las Arenas folks headed off we ran for the good ship Juan and headed out for bait. Bobo and Romeo fought it out in an epic bait-a-thon while El C and I did the play by play, and we soon had a mixed tank full of mackerel and caballito. Off we chugged to a spot near Espiritu Santo island where there are still a few yellowtail hanging, the last of the year. Coming off this full moon, and with water temps rising, I wouldn't expect them to be there on the next moon. Where do they go? Elsewhere. Bobo was lookin' for the last jurel of the year with which to perform his vapor magic, and stock pile some of his delicious smoked fish. ("Which end do you suck on?" is getting a little old, but is still my favorite response to comments about smoked fish.) We did real well on the fish, passing rods around, helping each other gaff and bleed the fish. The well oiled machine was in full gear.. The fish of the day was one that Romeo hooked up, but handed to me when he had to go gaff one of Bobos'. Well, it didn't fight like a yellow, and it wasn't. What came up was a Japanese horror movie version of a cabrilla, or maybe I was just really close. But no! This fish, on the official FF bathroom scale, went 34 pounds, and the IGFA record currently is in the low 20's. One picture is worth 1000 words, I guess, but let me try anyway. How big was it? It was big enough that we weren't sure what the hell it was. The normal pencil dot spots on the sides were as big around as my little finger. Teeth were all worn down, a definite candidate for implants, like Hans. I've heard about big cabrilla being caught, and Senor Atkins menor caught a really big one a couple years back, but this thing was Cabrizilla. Very cool. After a few hours El C and I were starting to slow down, and then Romeo began to slack, and eventually even Bobo got tired of crankin' yo-yos. We packed up, and started chuggin' home, smiles on our faces, maybe a little younger than we were when we headed out. A great birthday gift! Thanks Bobo, El C, and most certainly Romeo.
Speaking of Las Arenas, that worm has rounded the corner and is headed up the front stretch. As soon as Quinton got here we started getting wahoo, sails, and dorado. The buoys are starting to light up, one of todays' boats got 4 dorado, total 180 lbs. I told ya' we were on the edge, and now we do what only La Paz can do so well. See you soon,
David
P.S. "Sapo Verde" which I believe means green toad in Spanish, is what many Mexicans hear when you and I sing "Happy Birthday", in fact it is kind of a joke here, among Mexicans, when gringos sing the Birthday Song. Kinda like "There's a bathroom on the right" by John Foggerty. So Sapo Verde to you, and many happy returns of the toad..
