Belated Cabo fishing report for May 6th to May 12th 1998
by Los Hermanos Mackarele. Weather: sunny, mid 80's afternoon,
60's evenings, rough on Pacific, breezy in Cortez. Water
temperature: 75 at 95 spot, 77 at Outer Gorda Bank.
Preparation for this trip took a bit longer than usual.
Having read the Western Outdoors, January edition, we were
excited about the prospects of enticing an early blue marlin
with the helium balloon and squid trick at Jaime Bank that
David Braid did with the Solmar fleet. We also wanted to
try using down riggers with the squid. While on a business
trip to Nepcon in Long Beach, I was able to sneak over the
Fred Hall Fishing Exposition to look into standup belts
and harnesses that we needed. I actually met David Braid
there, he had a very informative presentation on standup
tackle including his new harnesses. David put his new "Brute
Buster" belt and harness on me, tugged on the rod and
the sale was completed. To complete our pattern we ordered
two new Penn 50 SW's to add to the three 30 SW's that we
already had. Only thing remaining was to schedule the boats.
We contacted most of the fleets via e-mail, Pisces,
Solmar, and Edith, looking for tuna tubes
and down riggers. We also contacted Kathy Gordon of the
Fishaholic fleet. No one had everything we wanted, so we
booked the Edith III from Juan Garcia with the understanding
that we were to get two down riggers, but no tubes. We had
fished the Edith III previously and knew the layout
of the boat and the experience of the crew. We would look
at the other boats when we arrived and decide then. We went
to a Japanese grocery store in Seattle and bought 6 fresh
squid and rigged them as detailed in the Western Outdoors
article - took two days to get the smell off of our hands.
Seems two of them weren't as fresh as advertised. Almost
forgot, we bought a few wind on leaders from the Melton
Catalog. When they showed up, I took them to my office and
had them x-rayed, which revealed nothing. We sent the leaders
back to Melton and Louis made up our own at a fraction of
the cost.
Wednesday, May 6th.
Arrived on time, 2:20PM. While waiting to get our visas,
I started to video record the visa process and was abruptly
stopped by an immigration official that told me this was
off limits to cameras and videos and to rewind the video!
After unpacking at the Hotel Calinda Beach, we head to the
marina to look at the boats that we were interested in.
The first stop was Kathy and Sid Gordon of the Fishaholic
fleet. A quick call to her mobile phone and we had directions
to her slip. We looked at her boat, the Fishaholic,
and although it is a very nice boat, we knew that boat was
not for us, since we were looking for a boat with a high
tuna tower and tuna tubes.
Louis and I really had our I sites on the Honeybea,
which was docked just opposite her boat (C8) since it had
the two things we were looking for; a tuna tower, and two
tuna tubes. Kathy explained that the Honeybea was
run by two brothers, Guillermo and Jose Bogorquez (that's
a Mexican-Russian name if I ever heard one). We told Kathy
that we would like to talk to Guillermo, Mamo as he is known.
Louis and I have heard of these brothers many times. Guillermo
shows up and we all start talking about fishing. I showed
Guillermo our GPS, fathometer, charts, sea surface temperatures
of the area, and the wind on leaders Louis tied up. He looks
at the chart and points out where he has been locating the
marlin lately. This is our first clue. None of the other
captains that we have fished previously with could understand
our charts or where uninterested in discussing them. Then
Guillermo does his dog and pony show. He starts by taking
us down into the cabin and shows us no less than 300 or
more lures. Louis and I figure that he has twice this many
at home, but only keeps his favorites on board. The lures
were neatly arranged by colors and sizes, and all had various
riggings. Most of the lures we were familiar with, but many
of the different ways they were rigged we had never seen
before. We told Guillermo that we wanted to fish with live
tuna, so he promptly presents us with his live tuna rig,
one that I have only occasionally seen in magazines (Mamo
shared with us his fishing expertise... the boat spoke for
itself):
The rig, which was magnificent in its simplicity, consisted
of a 14/0 stainless big game hook, plaited with about 1"
of dacron to an 8/0 live bait hook, tied with a perfection
knot to a 15 foot 300 lb. test leader which terminated with
a perfection knot loop (the rig, pictured above, was actually
one of two that we retrieved from the blue marlin we caught).
After reviewing the lures and terminal tackle we took a
closer look at the layout of the boat, a 29' twin engine
Topaz. This is the best rigged charter boat for the price.
In the very adequate height of the tuna tower, Guillermo
fired up his Magellan GPs to show me his marks on recently
caught marlin. Clue number two, this is the first boat we
have considered that had GPs and a skipper that had the
common sense to mark locations of productivity. We spent
a few minutes going over marks and looking on my charts
showing the bottom contours of those locations. Clue number
three, Guillermo understands how tuna and billfish roam
the canyons and sea mounts.
Climbing down the tuna tower, I notice a rescue pod with
a 6 man inflatable life boat inside, attached to the top
of the cabin. In fact, the boat is equipped with a life
ring, and there were 4 life jackets in the main cabin. We
have never seen this kind of safety equipment on the other
fleet boats. There are many more features of this boat,
which I will discuss later in the report.
Guillermo tells us that he is available on Saturday and
Monday, but we decide to wait before booking until we have
seen the other boats that we were scheduled to review.
Next stop was the Reel Danger. Louis had spoke with
the owner before we left Seattle, and there had also been
a post on the Amigos newsgroup by a Florida fishing captain
that had booked the boat and was looking for someone to
share it with. Normally, Louis and I wouldn't consider a
boat this large (46' Bertram) because we don't need a boat
this size and also because of the high cost, but we were
offered the boat at a considerable discount so it was worth
the look. When we arrived we were greeted by Rodriquo, the
boats captain. The boat was as you would expect from a Bertram;
very well laid out, and very well equipped, including air
conditioning. Rodriquo showed us the main cabin with all
the electronics and an array of Penn International two speeds,
including a few Fin-nor's. In contrast to Guillermo, Rodriquo
was showing us the boat and not giving us the feeling that
he was as experienced or knowledgeable, so we thanked him
for the tour and left. Since we were already at the docks,
we decided to return and see Kathy. We told her about the
boats we reviewed and asked her if she wanted to toss a
few cold ones with us at the Latitude 22 +. She resisted
for about a split second and suddenly we were all sitting
at the Latitude savoring some cold beers. Pork chops
was the special, and they were great! So were the tequila's
and the bar maids - Nancy and Jollie always have a great
smile and make us feel like long time friends . The best
way to get in the mood for big billfish is to look at all
the pictures on the walls, and for a gaming perspective,
go in the back room and contemplate the mounts Mike has
hanging from the rafters. A few moments in this room and
you will be checking all of your knots and terminal tackle!
Thursday, May 7th.
This is to be our final preparation day. First thing, I
call Kathy from our hotel to tell her that we have decided
to fish the Honeybea on Saturday and Monday if it
is still available. It is and she agrees to come to our
hotel for the usual deposit. Having the boat booked, all
that was left was to find Jaime Gopar and pay him our deposit
on the Edith III for our Friday trip. We find Jaime
at his usual post, the Cabo Smoke House stand at the main
marina. Jaime tells us that he was only able to get one
down rigger. It was a Cannon Uni-trol. He explained that
we would have to cough up some money for borrowing it. He
was very disappointed at our change in plans - we had planned
on fishing the Edith III three days, but now were
only going for one day. We gave him the deposit and headed
to the market to gather things for lunches and then on to
the Latitude 22+ for dinner (roast pork). We actually
ate dinner there every night except once when we ate at
the hotel. As usual the daily special was excellent and
the beer was ice cold. Mike has installed air conditioning
since we were there last December.
Friday, May 8th.
We arrive at the marina early, 5:45 AM, to install my bracket
on the swim platform of the Edith III to hold the
fathometer transducer. On the previous trip last December,
attempts to install the transducer using suction cups attached
to the side of the boat didn't work, so I was eager to see
if this new method would work. It was a three piece jig
consisting of a 24" x 3 1/2" piece of 3/8"
aluminum plate stock that was sandwiched to the swim platform
with two 3 1/2" wide angle brackets, also made out
of 3/8" aluminum plate stock. The long bracket would
be bolted to the angle brackets then the angle brackets
would be c-clamped to the swim platform. It was constructed
with this heavy material because of the strong forces exerted
by the water on the transducer. By making the bracket 24"
it could be raised and lowered depending upon the height
of the swim platform from the water level. Installation
didn't go as planned.
The first thing I found out was the swim platform was hollow
and made of a thin shell of fiberglass, so the bottom bracket
couldn't be installed. I was really disappointed at this.
I jumped up from the swim platform and told the dispatcher
that we wanted a different boat. He said we could switch
boats and crews with the other Edith which had the
required solid swim platform. However, the boat was the
Edith I, one that we fished on before and didn't
like, in fact Louis refused to switch boats. We looked at
Hector, the captain, and told him we would just stick his
head under water periodically to get a reading, and we took
off to the fuel dock.
With all the shrimp boats in Cabo, the fuel dock runs out
of fuel early in the afternoon so fueling sometimes is done
the morning of the trip. Jaime meets us at the fuel dock
with the down rigger in tow. Caviar and Jaime set the down
rigger into the port rod holder and checks it out. We show
Jaime the tied up squid we plan to use, and he remarks that
we should eat them instead!
At 6:43 AM we are heading 072 from the arch at 15.6 knots
heading for the Gorda Banks. 7:55AM we slow to put out the
lines. Caviar asks how we plan to fish with the down riggers.
Louis and I, stunned, just look at each other. We forgot
to discuss a game plan!. We ask Caviar"what do you
suggest?" He just laughs at our lack of planning, then
says "lets put out lures on all lines including the
down rigger, and when we raise a billfish, switch to two
flat lines with squid and a squid on the down rigger".
Sounded simple enough to us. We soon discovered, however,
that the lead weight was too small for the speed that we
were trolling, so the down rigger was removed and stored
away until later.
It wasn't long, perhaps about 20 minutes, when a pair of
stripers came up our spread. To our amazement, we all watched
the two stripers cruise right up to the squid, take a sniff,
and disappear into the depths (more on this later). Things
went very slow from then on, no birds, no bait, and few
boats. My GPs showed that we were way too far out from the
bank. Caviar had often ask me in previous trips, "how
far we are from the shore?" It is clear that they can't
triangulate this far out, especially when they are trying
to locate a grid the size of half a football field, as the
outer gorda bank is. We just let them do the driving and
said nothing, other than how far we were from shore as they
had asked.
So, lesson one: get yourself a cheap handheld GPs They
are less than $150 now. Of course you will either need the
coordinates of the popular spots or a chart showing latitude
and longitude or the GPs will be useless.
Lesson two: if you are a member of the elite that are experienced
fisherman and want to do your own thing, make it clear that
you don't want the crew doing any fishing or using the boats
equipment. I have repeatedly told Caviar this, yet he still
would grab a boat rod and pitch a bait before I could even
get my bait on. If they hook the fish and hand off the rod
to you what can be learned? Even if you do it wrong, at
least you learn from it. I got so mad about this that I
finally went around the cockpit and took all their rods
and put them back in the cabin.
Lesson three: take a pair of release clips along on your
next trip. Attach these to the transom somewhere, then back
to the two flatlines. This greatly facilitates pitching
baits with the flatlines now out of the way. Our cyber fishing
buddy, Bill Hilton, agrees and also suggests taking an additional
pair in case the outrigger release clips are worn. The only
other excitement was a greyhounding loose striper about
200 yards out. Came out great on the video.
About this time I wondered if I could just stick the dam
fathometer transducer in the bait tank. At least we could
get water temperature data. Caviar really got a kick out
of this, but I made him guess the temperature before telling
him what the transducer was actually measuring. He was only
off about 1.5 degrees, the water being 77.5.
Flagless, we head back to the marina around 2:30 PM, recording
water temperature along the way. The water temperature dropped
about 1 degree every 10 miles, reaching 75 at the arch.
Overall, the crew did a good job, the fish just weren't
where we were, or should I say: we weren't where the fish
where. It's a crap shoot at best. Without fresh fish in
the cooler, it was dinner at the Latitude 22 + again.
Chicken fried steak. It was lousy! Maybe the fishing will
be better tomorrow I hoped.
Saturday, May 9th.
It was very windy this morning when we arrived at the marina.
This is the first time we departed from the north marina
and not from the main marina at the weigh in scales with
the other fleet boats. The absence of the future young skippers
was a big relief. It was a long haul to the boat from the
Hard Rock Cafe, carrying 2 large coolers, 5 rods/reels,
lure bags, etc. We were met at the gate to the C&D dock
by Kathy and her Husband, Sid, who had been out of town
thus far. After the usual introductions, we made it to the
Honeybea quickly. We were greeted by Guillermo, at
which time a sense of well being drifted into my mind from
his demeanor. Skilled, confident, and eager, this captain
was what we have been searching for.
My job was to hook up our electronics. First came the fathometer
bracket. Solid swim platform this time. I crawl out on it
and begin the installation. This was a lot of fun especially
with the water coming out of the tuna tube directly on to
me. No big deal, the installation was a breeze despite being
drenched, and I welcomed the tuna tubes. I thought of it
as the tubes were blessing me! Next Guillermo helped with
the power for the fathometer and GPs I had special fittings
for this, and they clipped onto the battery terminals in
a flash. Within a few minutes, I was calling out depth readings
and marks to Guillermo, who probably was wondering why I
was doing this. Well, its the first time that the dam thing
has worked!
We were underway directly and Louis and Mario begin putting
the rods out. We stopped briefly at the harbor exit to take
on some live baits, then headed south east from the arch.
I am still screwing around with my new functioning fathometer,
when I notice that there is no more bottom indication. I
am going to the moon at this point. Is it a bad connection?
or a malfunction in the main unit? I switch cables, clean
contacts (with a 14/0 hook) over and over again. I even
had Guillermo stop the boat so that I could lower the transducer
all the way into the water. No change. An hour later, I
decide the unit isn't going to work, but we have speed indication
and water temperature. I was very disappointed, even though
I was very proud of the bracket that I designed, since it
was still attached to the swim platform and we were doing
about 18 knots.
Within a few minutes from the arch, Guillermo slows the
boat and orders feathers to the pattern to make bait (tunas).
We spent about 30 minutes with no luck, then the radio fires
off that tunas are being caught at the 95 spot. We are there
in 20 minutes, along with about 20 other boats. All boats
are hooked up using live bait. Guillermo orders marlin lures
in the pattern, explaining that if we don't raise a billfish
after a few circles, we'll switch to feathers again to put
tunas in the tubes, saving the baits for later. No strikes,
the tuna seem to be feeding on local bait in the water,
so we move on. This was impressive to Louis and I. Guillermo
knew we were not interested in tuna, and unlike the fleet
boats, he doesn't hang around. I looked at his pattern around
the fleet boats later on the GPs, and it was a text book
case of how to do it right. Two concentric circles and we
were out of there. I think Guillermo knew there were no
billfish around. We had 5 rods working, the 5th being run
from the shotgun position. Mario threw out a teaser about
8 feet into the prop wash. We haven't seen this technique
before. Guillermo is in the tuna tower, and once in a while,
we make a lazy eight figure in our trolling pattern, I wonder
what he sees? Every twenty minutes Guillermo barks at Mario,
and lures are changed - from dark colors to brighter colors.
Lures are constantly being repositioned in the waves. As
we change trolling directions, Guillermo changes the speed
either up or down to compensate for the currents. We have
read about this, but have never experienced it in Cabo on
fleet boats. As I look around the boat, I notice how well
it is laid out. The bait tank is well back from the transom,
out of the way next to the cabin. The rod holder holds the
pitch rod which is already rigged to a live bait in the
tank. The outriggers have a tag line running to a cleat
on the bow to facilitate a crisp release, and another tag
line that is used when trolling tunas that we would see
later in the day. Nothing is out of place. We are just waiting.
The two flat lines have long since been tied to Aftco release
clips back to the transom. Everything is ready. I am keeping
track of our course on my chart with the GPs
We are within a 1/2 mile of the outer gorda bank. The sun
is high, and the wind has died down a bit. Water temperature
has hit 77+ degrees and we are getting anxious. All of a
sudden the water turns flat as a pancake. I happen to take
a look at the busted fathometer and the dam thing starts
showing the most magnificent readings of the bank below
us rising out of the depths. You "numbskull" I
thought. The fathometer has been working all the time but
only goes to 960 feet! With no bottom, the fathometer electronics
turns the gain up so high searching for the bottom that
the display goes nuts, indicating 5 feet one minute, and
900 the next. The minute we left the arch the water was
too deep to read. When we hit the gorda bank, the contours
looked like art!
WE HAVE EYES I rejoiced! Guillermo approved and occasionally
glanced at the large LCD screen from his position high in
the tuna tower. Louis and Mario quickly came over to observe
our new eyes. Everyone clapped. The fathometer showed the
bank rising quickly from 900 feet to about 255 feet then
becoming very flat. The surface was very smooth over the
bank, with the exception of a few boils from tunas. No birds,
and only one other boat was here. We quickly pulled in all
lines and switched to two light rods with feathers. I asked
Guillermo if we should put out the squid in the pattern.
He signals by pinching his nose with his fingers. The squid
didn't smell good and wouldn't be good bait he tells us.
The panga that was out here soon hooked into a small striper
or a large tuna. Guillermo circled the reef, and within
a few moments several blips about 10 feet deep showed up
on the fathometer and Louis was hooked into a small 10-12
lb. yellowfin tuna. We thought it was the elusive mackerel
that we have taken our names to be in Cabo. No sooner than
Louis gets his tuna into the tuna tube, I hook a skipjack,
which also went directly into the other waiting tuna tube.
We continue the troll, when Guillermo sees tunas jumping
- being chased by BM! With no words being said, we reel
in the bait rods and reposition the heavy stuff and switch
the leaders with the live tuna rigs. Guillermo moves the
boat about 100 yards to the jumping tunas and then fine
positions us in the path of the marlin. One bark from Guillermo
and the tunas are let out. I am on the port side with the
yellowfin, Louis is on the starboard with the skipjack.
I thought the dam tunas were going to jump back in the boat
for a second, but they made a bee line for the horizon and
were gone. Next Guillermo barked something in Spanish that
I didn't understand, but within a second, I heard the clicker
go off, and I understood that. I reached for the new 50
SW, released the safety line and positioned the rod in the
Braid standup harness. I quickly thought, how long to wait?
This is all new to us with the live tuna and all, so I counted
to 10, 3 times, but quickly. The fish had come from my left
toward my tuna and in the direction of Louis's tuna. By
the time I had set the hook, the fish had already swiped
Louis's tuna, not knowing it had been hooked. For a few
moments we all thought that it was a double hook up. When
I set the hook, she rose from the sea to display her size
to us. She was so large that only the bill to the gills
was exposed, swinging her head back and forth trying to
shake the hook. In a split second she rose again about 50
yards away, thus leading us to think we had two fish. If
you think a marlin can't swim this fast, think again. Those
tunas we were using for bait were gone in a split second.
If the marlin couldn't catch them they would starve. When
we realized that we were into the same fish, problems started
to happen. The fish switched directions faster than we could
move the rods, and it wasn't long before the lines were
wrapped over each other 10 times, it looked like a bimini
twist on our lines. It was fast moving and thinking to keep
the lines apart.
As it turned out, my line was frayed some 100 yards into
the spool. Despite the fact that my Braid harness was upside
down, we managed to bring the marlin to the boat in just
under 23 minutes. How well did the Braid harnesses work?
Try letting your arms drop from the rod while the fish is
pulling line off. This is a time to rest and can only be
done with a harness.
During our brief fight, Mario was running the video. But
when the fish was alongside the tone quickly changed. The
marlin was still very bright and correspondingly very alive!
We all took a few moments to decide the fate of the fish.
With the first tuna well into the stomach, and the last
tuna tangled in the fishes gills and bleeding heavily, we
decided to keep her. Guillermo was down from the tuna tower
to help Mario with the fish. Guillermo got the flying gaff
out and tied it off while Mario positioned the fish for
the gaff.
When the gaff hit home the fish came alive and I thought
it was going to tow us all over the ocean. Guillermo inserted
another gaff and handed it to Louis. Louis is still black
and blue from the pole hitting his shoulders. Guillermo
then broke out a braided cable about 3/8 to a 1/2 inch in
diameter and about 4 feet long. He formed the cable into
a loop and slid it over the bill, then back towards the
tail.
Locking the cable down on the fishes tail, he and Mario
slowly maneuvered the fish to the stern and the swim platform.
After about a total of 70 minutes, the fish was secured
to the swim platform. Mario asks me to remove my fathometer
bracket from the swim platform to make room for the fish.
Guess what I told him!
We arrive back at the marina around 3:10 and we get a call
from Sid on the cell phone telling Guillermo to stop at
the weigh in station for photographs. Louis and I were not
sure what the procedure was in this case, but new we had
to get the fish weighed and cleaned. As we tied up at the
dock, and as usual, the young future captains were there
to help us carry our tackle, for a price. Some very aggressive
young lads even jumped onto the boat to capture a tackle
box, but Guillermo quickly chased the pests off. No quicker
than we got rid of the aspiring pests, and much to my amazement,
Sid jumped onto Guillermo's boat and quickly gave me the
sales pitch on cleaning, freeze drying and packaging of
our catch. This was extremely offensive to me, and I quickly
told him we have heard the routine before - just another
pest I thought but a little old for this routine. It wasn't
long before the lady was hanging from the scales. We heard
a guess from one of the brokers of 440 lbs. The young boy
attached the loop to the scales, then let the fish hang
- 440 lbs he cried out. We all rejoiced and commenced to
take pictures.
Sid and Kathy helped us with the now full coolers of marlin
fillets, by taking them back to the marina where we would
meet them after returning to the slip. On the way back to
the slip, Louis and I discussed the tip for the crew. A
normal tip is 10% to 15%, but this wasn't a normal trip.
Mario worked hard trying to get the marlin tied to the swim
platform and had a lot of difficulty since he wasn't familiar
with the Honeybea, and so deserved a bigger tip,
even though he ate all our pickles! It was also the largest
blue marlin that we have caught, and only one other was
caught that day, so we thought, even a higher tip. We finally
agreed that 75% should be plenty enough. I handed the tip
to Guillermo, since he is the captain, to decide how to
split this with his mate. Later as we neared the slip, Guillermo
ask if we were going to give Mario a tip! I thought, what
is this crap? It has always been customary to give the tip
to the captain and let him distribute it among the crew.
In our 16 trips, I have never heard of tipping each crew
member individually. I handed Guillermo another 200 pesos
and told him the whole thing was to be split with Mario
as he saw fit. Once back at the slip, Sid offered to take
us to our hotel which was a life saver at the time. We gathered
up all of our gear and headed for Sid and Kathy's truck.
As we left the gate, Mario came running behind us and was
clearly upset about something. To this day, I don't know
if he was ever paid, or even given a share of the tip.
Back at the hotel, we spend the next 2 hours cleaning and
repackaging the fillets in our room. Then, with two coolers
full, we check at the front desk. We ask if they can be
placed in the freezer until we are ready to go home. No
problem they say. They would not let us into the kitchen,
however, so we trusted them to carry out the task.
Sunday, May 10th.
We awake Sunday, a little tired over the celebration the
night before, and are keenly aware that we have been sunburned
pretty bad from the previous day. Even though both of us
hit the tanning booth before coming down, the sun is not
to be taken for granted. Mostly it was are shoulders and
"bald" heads that got the brunt of it. Later in
the day, around the pool, we met some guests from Michigan
that had fished the Fishaholic but without any luck.
We told them we had met Sid and Kathy, and to try the Honeybea
the next day instead of a repeat trip on the Fishaholic.
We wanted to join them but that's too much in a row for
us. We exchanged e-mail addresses and they promised to let
us know how they did. Haven't heard directly from them yet,
but the word is that Guillermo took them to the same spot
at the gorda bank, only this time they managed to catch
and release an estimated 500+ lb. blue marlin!
Louis and I watched the boats in front of our hotel all
day. This area is known as Cabeza Ballena, and is marked
by a rock that resembles a whale head, thus its name, and
also has a prominent navigational aid light. There were
about 50 to 60 boats at any one time trolling the area.
By 2:00 PM the boats started heading in, and we were able
to see the flags with binoculars. Most all boats going past
our vantage point had billfish flags - some with 3 to 4
flags in addition to dorado flags.
Monday, May 11th.
Pool time again, and watch the boats. Same deal, many boats
in front of the hotel. From less than a mile to 2 to 3 miles
offshore. Many more dorado were caught this day, and again,
most all boats returning from the gorda banks had multiple
billfish flags with occasional dorado and tuna mixed in.
Tuesday, May 12th.
Time to check out. We go to the kitchen and ask for our
coolers of fish. Guess what: THEY WERE NOT FROZEN! It seems
that there was a misunderstanding between placing the coolers
in the freezer or simply the refrigerator. So we have two
coolers of fish that is nearly spoiled. It's just not right!
El Endo
