Call it back/ You never will
One more star/ Sinks in the past
Show me something/ Built to last
Built to last till time itself
Falls tumbling from the wall
Built to last till sunshine fails
And darkness moves on all
Built to last while years roll past
Like cloudscapes in the sky
Show me something built to last
Or something built to try.
Well, while fishermen play in the rain, we've been a buildin'. Rain? Rain? It don't rain in La Paz, or at least it hasn't for the last 3 years or so. Now it do! Afternoon deluges, water runnin' like blood in the streets, Buicks with bow wakes, a thorough bidetifying of your cars undercarriage, swimmin' pools fillin' themselves, dogs smellin' like wet dogs, a joyous Sandoval seen dancing in the rain like Gene Kelly or maybe more like Snoopy, it's muy bueno amigos. While the fishermen have been able to get out everyday and have stayed pretty dry, when they return at the end of the day they are chased over the mountains by 50,000 foot structures of aerial agua, black and foreboding, which then conspire to drop their load on the berg in which we live, accompanied by explosions of light and sound that Zepplin or the Stones could only fantasize on.
Dorado had been wide open until about 3 days ago, right before the full moon, and then it slacked for a couple of days, maybe on the moon, maybe because it was a little windy and the guys couldn't range so far. today it picked up again and we did well on dorado in the 12-25 pound class with a few larger, and roosters with fish to 45. Comin' off the back side of this moon we'll expect to have more large fish, and their are rumors of tuna on the 88, with a couple of boats headin' out tomorrow to check that one out. Sandoval (unofficial holder of the world record for the biggest goddamn needle fish you ever saw) and Dossey will be there, givin' it what they got.
Building things, we've been building this Mag Bay project up over the last 4 years. When we first went over there it was obvious to all of us that we belonged there, not only because the fishing was of a quality and availability that we couldn't personally resist, but because all that we've learned in La Paz over the years could be brought to bear on this place affording us a chance to do something really special. Something that no one was at that time doing, and other than us, is still not doing today. Sure there are operators there, but at the risk of sounding puffy, none of them has our experience, talent, or drive for service. This place deserves us, and I hope that we can work hard enough to deserve it. Each year we've made improvements, going from live aboard to land based, upgrading boats, acquiring partners and capital, getting the best Captain and deckhand team in the area, learning the ins and outs, and with the help of our clients tuning it up. This year we've expanded the weeks being covered, and are about 75% booked. A new boat, that went through its' initial sea trials late this last week, is being moved down in another 10 days or so. It's not a new boat, but newly redone, and new to us. Capt. Juan Bejerano, Chris Jones, and Hans Solo are heading north to bring the boat down, hopefully dancin' 'tween the 'canes, and arriving at Mag Bay, our favorite place. We just auctioned off a 4 person week there via the Make a Wish foundation, and some lucky guys from The Tuna Club are goin' over, probably in October. It'll become their favorite place. It could become your favorite place as well up to you. Think about it.
David
