Fishermen's Fleet Reports

If you ever feel lonesome, and your down in San Antone, Beg, steal, or borrow two nickels or a dime, and call me on the phone. I'll meet you at Alamo mission, and we can say our prayers, The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother will heal us as we kneel there. In the moonlight, in the midnight, in the moonlight, midnight moonlight. If you ever feel sorrow for the deeds you have done, With no hope for tomorrow in the setting of the sun. And the ocean is howling of things that might have been, And that last good morning sunrise will be the brightest you've ever seen. In the moonlight, in the midnight, in the moonlight, midnight moonlight. -Peter Rowan The front edge of the great dorado invasion continues to linger. Big fish, most in the 40+ class, but it hasn't broken wide yet. The water is still a mixture of just warm enough, and not, with no shoals of flying fish yet, and they haven't spawned on the buoys, which would be normal by now. Every day really big dorado come in, but not on every boat. To augment that the cubera bite continues at your favorite spot, be it Roca Traversada, El Castillo, or Punta Perico, the marlin bite at the 88 for stripers and small (sub 250lb.) blues continues, and some cabrilla, roosters, and amberjack are to be had inshore. This year it isn't turning on like a swith, but it is turning on. Note 1: Dug out the original Old and In the Way album. Not usually a blue grass fan, but those boys can pick, and the Rowan Brothers, Peter, Lorrin and the rest remain one of the undiscovered pleasures that abound in the world of the pentatonic scale.