Giving Birth, Again

First of all, in order to pacify TK and further enrage my new buddy Eugene, the fishing for dorado at Las Arenas continues solidly. These are mostly smaller fish in the 8-18 pound class, with a few to 25. We're taking them on squid, brought up early in the morning right in front of Muertos. There have been a few dog snapper, a couple of rooster, a brace of pargo mulatto here and there, but dorado has been the name of the game out of La Paz. On this last full moon the weather has shifted distinctly. After a few weeks of sequential tropical storms nipping at our nether regions, causing the sweat to flow like LaBatts at a hockey match, and a regular supply of precipitation, boom, on the full moon it mostly dried up. The Pacific side has had constant but moderate northerlies, the storms are being bent out to the Pacific long before they get to us, and the temps are down 10 degrees. This change usually takes place on a full moon in late October, and we may be in for a storm or two more, but fall is in the air, early in the mornings at least. Center stage at our circus has been the first week of the 2013 season at Mag Bay. It's been a long road, as partially described last report, but with a furious finish of acquiring import papers and topping off reels we exported Jimmy C and the Hosers, a six pack of mostly transplanted Canadians who loves to fish. They left this morning and I think that they're in for a blast. New boat, newly U.S. Coast Guard crowned Capt. Chris, Kalin disquised as Santa Lucero and Juan Carlos on the pots and pans, and a newly expanded living situation, brought to us by the Gavino Ensemble, all bode well for a good trip. I'd like to take this opportunity to again thank my son, Chris, for all the hard work and self discipline that he so painfully endured during the last few weeks. Well done Bobo! See I told you that we could do it! David