Planning for this trip began last February. Because of
the new Millennium it was thought that most hotels and airlines
would be booked early. When I booked my airlines, Alaska
charged me over $950 for a flight that is normally $400
with a two week advance purchase! Happy New Years! With
the airlines taken care of the next thing was to secure
a room at the Mar de Cortez. "We're full up," I'm told.
But since we are regular customers, Cindy would put our
names on the "list." Now with the travel set up, the next
question was, is my fishing friend going to Cabo for the
Millennium? I fired off an e-mail to Chumpkins and he confirmed
that being in Cabo instead of Seattle would be much better.
He told me that, yes, he would be down too, but his father
may be entertaining guests, in which case he might have
to find a room of his own.
At the last minute, Chumpkins decides he isn't going to
come down with us on the 23rd. He is going to spend Christmas
with his father, he tells me, and will be down on the 27th
instead. He assures me that we won't be alone on Christmas.
No big deal. Just days before leaving, I get this wild idea
- wouldn't it be great, I mean really great, to catch the
first marlin of the millennium in the whole world! I'm so
excited about my brainstorm that I call Chumpkins on the
phone to discuss the idea. He agrees that it would be novel,
but we would have competition from all over the world. I
suggested that during December is the time when the stripers
move in to Cabo in fairly good numbers, and the only other
hot spot this time of the year is Australia. I suggest that
we could get up very early on New Years Day, perhaps early
enough to be out on the fishing grounds just at day break.
Grumpkins agrees but cautions that he might just go directly
from the New Years celebration to the boat. He also mentioned
that this must be a team effort and not a single persons
glory as I had asked. No big deal there either. So that
was the plan. Catch the first fish of the millennium. Is
that the way you remember it Chump?
December 23, 1999
It seems that every trip has some sort of hang up along
the way in getting to Cabo. Not this trip. Sorry, nothing
to report. Not one hiccup. Well, not to let you down, I'll
complain about the bus from the San Jose Del Cabo airport
to our hotel. It took almost 2 hours to get to our hotel.
We were the last to be dropped off.
Louis had decided to come along at the last minute. Actually,
we had planned on doing this together for quite sometime,
but about a month ago we stopped talking to each other (as
brothers, we seem to do that often). Louis had canceled
his flight and hotel reservations at the Mar de Cortez.
He was able to rebook his airline but not the hotel. He
spent the first 5 days down the street, then when he had
to move, I let him stay with me on the condition that he
get ear plugs so I could leave the air conditioner on at
night to drown out his snoring. Why should I wear the earplugs?
After checking in at our hotels and changing clothes, we
headed to the Latitude 22 for dinner. I had brought down
with me the finished movie from the Madeira trip because
Louis and Bobby Dobson hadn't seen it yet. I grabbed the
video and my camera and stopped at the front desk to call
Bobby. I asked him to join us at the Latitude for a few
beers and to watch the movie. He said he would try and make
it, but he had a lot of friends and family in town for the
holidays and might not be able to get away.
At the Latitude, bartenders Nancy and Yole where there
to greet us as always. Since we weren't going fishing the
next morning, we ordered a couple of tequilas to go along
with the cold beers. I asked Yole about the sign over the
door outside. It seems that Mike Grzanich, the owner, had
decided to close the place down this year on December 26th
and head to Miami for two weeks. It wouldn't open again
until the day we left. It's pretty tough to lose your dining
place, but add loosing your watering hole made it too much
to handle. We had a few more beers and discussed the chores
for tomorrow. Without Chumpkins, there was little to do,
since the boat was locked up tight. Then, we decided that
Bobby wasn't going to make it so I ask Nancy if I could
hook my video camera to the TV and play the Madeira movie.
"No problem," she says. Within just a few minutes of the
movie playing, a crowd of people had joined us to watch
it. For a while, most of the people thought it was filmed
in Cabo. By the time the 40 minute movie was over, about
25 people had joined us. When it was over, everyone wanted
to see it again. I guess we must have played it 4 or 5 times
before calling it quits. Back at the hotel, we stop by the
bar to see what's going on. Another surprise. The bartender,
Gonzalo, is no longer working at the Mar De Cortez, we are
told. He had been there for some 18 years, so it was quite
a surprise to find him gone. No reason was given. It had
been a long day, so we hit the hay early.
December 24, 1999
I had only two things to do today. First, get my cell phone
hooked up with Baja Cellular and second, get an Internet
account for accessing my e-mail. We started off with a late
breakfast at Margaritaville on the corner of Plaza Bonita.
The chile relleño, stuffed with Canadian bacon and
scrambled eggs is simply out of this world. The meal with
a smoothy and coffee will set you back 12 gringo bucks.
Louis complains about the amount, but hey, it's Christmas
time. Let's splurge.
We grab a cab and head for Baja Cellular, on the main drag
near the Pemex station. I checked with locals before coming
down and Baja Cellular was recommended. Well, things started
to go down hill fast. I was told (Jeff Klassen) that one
of the girls in the office speaks good English. She did
not. The bottom line was that this particular office could
not program my phone and we would have to go back to town
to their other office. It took about 45 minutes to find
this out. After walking out, I noticed another office building
called TelCel just next door. Not wanting to go all the
way back to town, I walked in on the chance they could provide
the service. Things start to look up, when I find a guy
that speaks excellent English behind the counter. I tell
him I want my Sony cell phone second line to be set up with
a 30 day account. No problem he says. He takes my phone
and walks back to the technical department. After about
a half hour, he comes back and tells me that they can't
program it here, but they can take it to their other office
and do it then bring it back, all within a half hour. No
problem I tell him. Then I asked him if they provide Internet
service. It turns out, that this is the hosting site for
cabonet.net, one of the few ISP's in Cabo. In less than
a half hour I have a new account all set up on my laptop.
"This is way cool," I thought. So I test it out. "Can I
borrow your fax line to check my connection?" I ask. "Sure,
go ahead." Well, we all know that things go wrong. I couldn't
get connected. First it was the password. They entered it
in all uppercase and spelled it wrong. We finally got that
cleared up, then the DNS numbers were wrong. Anyway, all
the time I was getting this straighten out, Louis had long
since gotten bored and was outside walking around. Suddenly,
he opens the door and sticks his head in and barks "John,
drop everything you are doing and come out here.I
want you to meet somebody." Following his orders, I walk
outside and find a man and a women. Louis says, "Don, I
would like you to meet my brother. John, this is Don Tyson."
I just about shit in my pants. I thought I misheard him,
but there was no mistake. Don had his name monogrammed on
his polo shirt. It was really him. I was overwhelmed meeting
this guy. Don introduced me to the woman he was with. It
was none other than Shelby Rogers. At the time I didn't
know about her. She holds the saltwater 80# line class world
record for Atlantic blue marlin, set in July 1995, in Madeira,
Portugal, with a 1059 pound fish. The first thing out of
her mouth was "We were 5 for 6 yesterday on stripers, just
off the old light house." Who would expect to hear that
from most women on your first acquaintance? What a pair
I thought. Don and Shelby had heard about the grander I
"caught" in Madeira last summer. It turns out that Clay
Hensley is a long time friend of Don and Shelby and that's
how they heard about it. We talked for quite awhile about
Madeira and fishing in general. We asked what boats he had
down and he replied that the big blue ("Horizons") and the
Merritt ("Tyson's Pride") were anchored off Medano Beach.
Shelby said they would be in Cabo for about 10 days. Later,
I asked Louis how he met them. "While I was just standing
around, Don and Shelby walked by, then Don stopped and looked
at my baseball hat that had the IGFA 5 to 1 club insignia.
Are you a member of the IGFA?" Don asked. You know the rest.
I returned inside to finish getting my Internet connection
working. After straightening out the password I was able
to log-on to cabonet.net. One thing I like about Outlook
is that you can have more than one e-mail address and host.
Once you enter these in your profile you can send and receive
e-mail using the Cabo address. As soon as I had this completed,
I fired off an e-mail to Clay Hensley, telling him about
meeting Don and Shelby, and also one to my parents telling
them of our safe arrival. Well, I hate to belabor this story
about the cell phone, so skip the next paragraph if you
are bored already.
About an hour and a half later, the guy comes back with
my phone, and said they didn't know the "SPC" to program
it. The SPC stands for "Service Program Code." I suggested
trying a few combinations, such as all zero's, all ones,
then we tried 6543231. That worked. I started filling out
the paper work while the guy goes back to the technical
department again. After about another hour, the guy comes
back and says that the programming is done, but in doing
so, he had inadvertently changed the access code to unlock
the phone! The phone is now useless. Period. There is no
backdoor function to unlock a locked phone. It has to go
back to the manufacturer. I'm really hung up on the need
for a phone while in Cabo. Mostly because the Mar de Cortez
doesn't have phones in the rooms, and the Telmex phone booth
card readers rarely work. I ask Rafael, the guy programming
the phone, since I'm going to be in town for 2 weeks, could
they just loan me one of their phones. He asked me where
I was staying and said he wanted to try some more things,
and would come by my hotel later. With that, Louis and I
promptly headed back to the hotel for some pool time. We
had been sitting around the pool for about 2 hours now,
and I was beginning to wonder what happened to Rafael. Then
I notice this guy and girl knocking on the door of my room.
It was Rafael and a very pretty young lady that was probably
a salesperson. He started off telling me that he couldn't
get my phone to work but he had a loaner for me. What really
surprised me was that the loaner was actually a brand new
phone, still in the unopened box! It was one of those packages
you see all around lately that includes a prepaid 100 minutes
of time, the phone, and accessories all in a box. Pretty
cool! To get me jump started, they programmed 4 or 5 numbers
that I gave them into the phone for me. This was a life
saver, since the LCD display and the manual were in Spanish.
I never did figure out how to enter more numbers. Rafael
and I agreed that I would return the phone in two weeks
and pick up mine. As they left, he looked back and said
"Merry Christmas John!" I think that was just about the
nicest thing anyone has done for me in all the years I've
been going to Cabo. And it was the day before Christmas.
So the extra mile Rafael went was even more appreciated.
Dinner at the Latitude again. Nancy tells us that they
would be serving the traditional turkey dinner tomorrow
starting at noon. Actually, a lot of places would be open
and serving turkey all day long. Again, no fishing tomorrow,
so why not have a few tequilas to go along with those cold
beers? Another great dinner and we head back to the Mar
de to see if the bar was open. Even though it's Christmas
Eve, the bar was open, but the place was empty except for
the bartender and cashier. Louis and I decided that we would
sleep in tomorrow and then go to the Latitude for the Christmas
dinner around 1:00 PM.
December 25-27, 1999
There is nothing remarkable to report for these days, except
for the showings of the Madeira video at the Mar de Cortez
bar at night. I'm not sure whether it was the boredom, lack
of anything else to watch on TV or what, but every time
I set up the video, we had the place packed. It would usually
start off with no one in the bar with the TV just blaring.
Louis would say: "Let's watch the video again." And since
I like watching it over and over myself, I would always
be glad to run to the room and get it. The bar is situated
in such a way that most guests must pass through it to go
out at night. I should have charged admission. In fact one
night, as I started to disconnect everything after watching
it five times, people started supplying me with cold beers
for showing it again. (Send me shipping costs and the cost
of the VHS tape and I'll send you a copy!)
On the 26th, Louis and I went down to see our friend Chacho
Bojorquez, Captain of Ocean Lures' EAGLE I. The boat was
out on a charter so we walked around until it came in around
5:00 PM. It was truly a sign of good fishing when the EAGLE
I came into the slip with 8 flags waving in the breeze.
6 stripers, all tagged and released, and 2 dorados was the
December 28, 1999
This hanging around for five days without fishing wasn't
what I had planned. Finally, Chumpkins got in Monday night
so I gave him a call at his place first thing in the morning.
He would meet us for breakfast at Margaritaville. After
breakfast, we went down to the boat to find that it was
in poor condition; it needed a bath and a lot of repairs
and maintenance. There were two bad alternators, both fuel/water
separators needed replacing, a broken control station, and
the list went on. We helped Chumpkins get as much done as
possible in preparation for our first fishing trip the next
day. Later, Bobby showed up and went to the fuel dock to
fuel up. On every trip this year, I had paid for the fuel
and his airline ticket. This time, Chumpkins paid his own
way and pulled out a wad of $100 bills and paid for the
fuel without asking me for anything. Strange I thought.
Is this some sort of Christmas present I wondered? No chance.
We were just going along for the ride, if we were invited.
In retrospect, it sure explains a lot. Not what I had planned
for 8 months. After returning to the dock and securing the
boat, Louis and I headed to the Latitude for dinner, afterwards
stopping at the market for provisions for the next days
December 29, 1999
The plan was for Louis and I to be outside the hotel at
5:00 AM when Chumpkins would come by and pick us up. We
had not discussed where we would fish the next day, at least
to the best of my recollection. All that I remember is that
Chumpkins said we would anchor up and chunk for tuna on
the Jaime Bank. However, he wasn't sure where the anchor
rope was. "Call me in an hour at the house. If the anchor
is there, we'll fish the Jaime and leave by 5:00 AM. If
not, we will fish the Cortez and I will be by around 6:30
5:00 AM and we are waiting for Chumpkins. We have two 40
quart coolers with us, one with my GPS and video equipment
and the other with water, food and Ice. Chumpkins shows
up a few minutes later and seemed put out that we had the
coolers. There wasn't much room in the back of his Bronco
for the coolers because he had a cooler that had the 700
feet of anchor rope in it and several trash bags full of
frozen squid. I finally got everything in, and we were off.
By 5:30 AM we were leaving the dock looking for a bait
vendor. At that early hour, we might not find any. Luckily
bait was no problem and we took on about 30. As we rounded
the Arch heading for the Jaime Bank, you could just begin
to see daylight. The stars, and the moon, were clearly visible
in the cloudless sky above (It must be poor planning on
my part, as it seems that every trip begins with a full
moon, not the best time to fish some argue.). There was
a light wind from the west, and a bit cool at that. As we
neared the Old Lighthouse, the cooler wind from the Pacific
hit us necessitating putting on warmer jackets. That was
We arrived at the Jaime Bank area just moments after a
spectacular sunrise around 7:00 AM. The banks seem alive
with activity. Lots of birds, bait, porpoises and occasionally
we could see tuna jumping. Watching the GPS and fathometer,
Chumpkins positioned the boat between the two high spots,
on the eastern side of the bank. There is a very steep drop
off on this side that goes down to 5400 feet in a short
distance of about 4800 feet. This is about a 45 degree angle.
According to my GPS, we were sitting about 400 yards west
of the drop off, in about 400 to 500 feet of water. The
anchor goes over and holds tight. The boat swings around
lining up with the current and the anchor. The bow was pointed
southwest initially. Chumpkins attaches a 3 foot diameter
buoy near the end of the anchor rope, then secures the end
to the cleat. "If we hook a big one, go up to the bow, undo
the rope from the cleat and throw everything overboard"
Chumpkins tells us. Seldom does he tell us what is expected
in advance. I thought about going up to the bow and looking
at the set up to make sure I would know what to do if I
was called upon to do it, but got side tracked instead.
I noticed that there were a few other boats with us now.
The HABANERO, a small skiff, and one other yacht. Chumpkins
knew the crew on the HABANERO and they chatted frequently
over the VHF.
Anchored up now, it was time to start chunking the squid
for tuna. To the best of my recall, this is the set up:
Two rods, one each side of the boat, are rigged with a live
bait and a heavy sinker and let out to go deep. Two rods
in the corners are rigged with a large piece of chunk bait,
and drifted back along with the chum line. To do this, you
just strip off line as fast as the current is taking the
purpose is to keep your bait in the chum line that is constantly
drifting away from the boat by the 3-4 knot current, while
sinking at the same time. After you have about 100 yards
out, also the length of the mono filament top shot, you
reel in and start over. All this time someone else is tossing
a piece or two of chum (chopped squid) off the stern about
every 10 seconds or so, depending upon the speed of the
current. In between tosses of the chum, you need to chop
up the whole squid into smaller bite size pieces. I've heard
about this "chunking" before. It can be wild when the bite
is hot, but without a bite, it's very boring.
In about a half hour, we get a bite on the port live bait
rod. Not a big bite, but enough to make the clicker click
a few times. Chunkins grabs the rod from the holder and
waits with the reel in free spool. He feels a light but
steady pull. "Feels like a shark!" he says. Chunkins "puts
the heat on" and reels to set the hook. "I'm not sure what
it is. Maybe a small shark." Sharks are very common at all
the banks so we all agree. Because we all thought it was
a shark, Chunkins will go ahead and bring it in, and refuses
a fighting harness when I suggest him putting one on. Big
mistake! All of a sudden, when the fish is closer to the
boat, it takes off pulling line hard. No shark. Maybe a
tuna. Chunkins with his rambo style, puts on the heat and
gets the fish back to the boat in short order. It's a huge
wahoo. Chunkins starts to bark orders about gaffing the
fish when the fish starts to go under the boat. Since we
are at anchor, this could result in the line breaking if
the fish pulled it under the props or rudders. Chunkins
dips the rod tip as far as he can into the water while reeling,
trying to pull the fish back from under the boat. He yells
out in pain from the pull. Then the fish starts heading
towards the bow, but still partly under the boat. Chunkins
quickly follows the fish up to the bow, where he has to
maneuver the rod and fish around the anchor line. Back around
the other side, he again is in the cockpit with the rod
bent over and the butt causing excruciating pain with every
pull of the fish. Louis was chosen to gaff the fish, but
now seeing that it looks to be about 100 pounds, we decide
that maybe I would be a better choice, since I've done it
a "number" of times before. As I take the gaff from Louis,
the fish heads under the stern and in a heartbeat, Chunkins
leaps out and on to the swim platform like a mad man. Without
his quick thinking and brute force, the fish would have
been cut off long ago. This presented a small problem for
me however. Now the fish would have to be gaffed at a longer
distance from the boat, and then getting the fish pulled
over the swim platform and into the boat with Chunkins in
the way was bound to be a little risky. I aimed the gaff
just behind the head, hoping to hit the heart and pulled
hard but firm. I missed and it ended up several inches back
but in deep and in firm meat. I struggled a little to get
the fish up and on the swim platform, but couldn't pull
it over the transom and into the boat. As I was pulling
with all my strength, Chunkins grabbed the gaff with me
and started to lift, but the sudden extra lift caused me
to loose my footing and I fell backwards with the fish coming
in almost right on top of me. The whole episode only took
about 10 maybe 15 minutes. Chunkins broke out the scale
and we weighed it. 90 pounds. "Not my biggest, but a good
one anyway", Chunkins announced. Chunkins then got on the
VHF and updated the nearby boats that were curious as to
what was on the other end of the line. Because we didn't
have enough ice to keep the fish cold, Chunkins arranged
with the HABANERO crew to have them take it
and put it in their cold storage until we got back to the
marina. Chunkins broke out a mooring line and tied one end
through the gills of the wahoo. The HABANERO then backed
up close enough to have the line tossed to them, and they
pulled it in. A quick thought of accomplishment rushed through
my head as I watched the two young deck hands struggle while
pulling the wahoo over their transom - and using a rope,
not a gaff! Chunkins told me that the owner of the boat
is the chairman and CEO of Oracle Corporation. "What do
they do?" he asked me. "Just one of the biggest software
company's in the world. Database software was there mainstay,
but they are into everything now."
Nothing much happened over the next few hours other than
a small mako that cruised up the chum line and into view.
Clubkins decided he wanted the mako because they are good
eating. The shark looked to be about 1 or 2 years old -
only about 3 feet long. A live bait was tossed in its path
and in no time it was being clubbed to death. I hope it
was good! Not my boat, so I said nothing.
There are many techniques and tricks that can be used when
chunking. Sometimes a kite is used to drift a live bait
way back from the boat for shy tuna or to keep the leader
completely out of the water. Chunkins brought out "his"
kite and played around with it for a while. I'm not sure
why, maybe to break up the boredom. What wind that was blowing
was blowing in the wrong direction from the direction of
the current to launch a kite.When
kites are not an option, another method to get a bait way
back is to use a party balloon. In fact, by now we noticed
our neighbor, the HABANERO, had just put out a balloon and
was letting it out. Chunkins looked around and finally found
a bag of balloons. They had been laying around for a long
time because they had all vulcanized and fell apart when
picked up. Not to be out done, the clever Chunkins brought
out some prophylactics (rubbers) that someone had left on
the boat recently. Hmmm! He blew one up and tied it to the
live bait rig and let it out. Proudly, he then called the
HABANERO on the radio and announced his clever rigging material.
The crew were very amused. I'm not sure what the chairman
of Oracle thought about it, or if he even knew.
Every once in awhile a school of tuna would come close,
sometimes 400 yards, other times just a few 100 yards. One
time they were coming from the north, directly down our
chum line. Nothing ever came of it. We just sat patiently.
Still we had birds and porpoise everywhere you looked. At
any one time you could always see tuna jumping in the distance.
I heard one guy over the radio say that he'd never seen
such a high volume of fish without any bites. Full moon?
Who knows. I asked Chunkins why the guys in the skiff, didn't
chase down the tunas. He said that "it's a waste of time.
You get close and they sound. No one that knows what they
are doing or is any good, ever chases tuna." Hmmm! With
that, Chunkins hits the hay.
Two hours later, Chunkins awakens and asks why we aren't
working the rods. What's the point I thought? We've been
here 8 hours and nothing. THIS, is a waste of time, I thought.
Chunkins decides that what we need is some loud music. "Tuna
like rap music" he tells us as he turns the volume up to
90db or so. It almost hurt it was so loud. "Shut the f?xk
up! Shut the f?xk up!" are the lyrics of the rap music.
With the rap blaring Chunkins starts running around throwing
chunks, cutting chunks, reeling lines in and out. Well,
he just had a nice nap. Louis and I had pretty much gotten
tired of all this. He rigs up a line with 4 or 5 hooks on
it and drops it to the bottom. Now we're bottom fishing.
I wonder how long we are going to screw around with this
new deal. The music is really getting to me now and I can
tell that Chunkins is aware that we don't like it, yet he
is enjoying our displeasure. It's his boat! What a kid.
It's past sunset now, and all the other boats have left,
except for one. "He's going to spend the night", Chunkins
remarked. "Let's hit the road."
All day long, since the minute the anchor went over the
side, I wondered who was going to get the pleasure of bringing
in the 600 to 700 yards of rope and anchor. Without a winch,
it would be a huge task. However, Chunkins had a trick that
really, really impressed me. I'm not sure of the details
of the rigging but it went something like this: there was
this ring about 6 inches in diameter, made out of stainless
rod about 3/8" thick, that was between the anchor and the
big buoy, with the anchor rope passing through it. Chunkins
went up to the bow, and untied the rope from the cleat and
brought the buoy and rope back to the stern. The buoy was
then connected to the stainless steel ring with the anchor
rope passing through the ring but not the buoy eyelet, then
the end of the anchor rope was tied off to the cleat on
the transom. The buoy was now free to slide along the anchor
rope while still remaining on the surface because it was
large enough to hold the anchor and the rope suspended without
sinking. Next was the surprise of the day. Still to me unknown
what was going on, I thought he was just going to pull it
in by hand, he tosses the buoy overboard then calmly walks
up to the helm and we took off at high speed. To my amazement,
I watched the rope start coming to the surface as we moved
away from the buoy. Soon, the buoy was almost 600 yards
behind the boat, and all the anchor rope was on the surface.
He simply started backing down on the buoy as I brought
the rope in and coiled it up in the cooler. In no time the
buoy was along side and the anchor had snagged on the ring
as it was supposed to. I asked Chunkins how long he had
been pulling the anchor up using brute force before he learned
that clever trick. I don't remember what he replied.
We arrived back at the marina around 7:00 PM and looked
for the HABANERO to get our wahoo before going to the slip.
A quick call on the VHF and the captain appeared with the
wahoo all filleted out. We took just what we could eat for
dinner and gave him the rest. That was a fair deal I guess.
Chumpkins told us we needed to fix the alternators before
going out again, so tomorrow would be a work day again.
Later that evening, Louis and I took half of the filets
to the Cabo Wabo for dinner. Remembering how well the chef
, Dusten, prepared the tuna on my birthday earlier in the
year, we asked to speak to him about the wahoo. Garlic and
pepper he asks us? Yeah, just do it the way you did the
tuna. He said we had enough to feed an army and what did
we want to do with the rest. "Take some home and give some
to the rest of the crew in the kitchen" I told him. Wahoo,
being one of the best eating fish, was clearly appreciated.
Well, the dinner was outstanding. Louis asked him how he
cooked it and what his recipe was. Didn't get a reply to
that question. Didn't expect to either. He just smiled and
said it was a secret. We thanked him and left a rather large
tip and headed back to the hotel. There would be no problem
January 4, 2000
Now there is a gap up if I ever saw one. Just like a stock
gaps up in the morning! We moved from ugly up to good. Those
missing days were so ugly that I couldn't find anything
nice to say, so I'm not saying anything, even though I'd
really like to do some slamming. The day before, Louis and
I were finally able to get all our gear off Dorkins boat.Luckily
for us, the EAGLE I did not have a charter, and we were
able to squeeze ourselves in for a real fishing trip. We
left the dock by 7:00 AM, picked up some bait from the vendors
and headed for the old light house. The regular mate had
the day off and we were blessed with a 21 year old, up and
coming, future captain, named Delberto. This kid really
new his stuff and he spoke excellent English. Chacho was
busy on the radio checking with his brother Mamo and other
captains about where the best fishing might be. As we neared
the light house we could see hundreds of birds working the
area and many schools of porpoises. More than I've ever
seen before. The fathometer showed huge schools of bait
all the way to the surface. The water temperature was as
it had been for the last 2 weeks, right around 72 degrees.
The water was deep blue and there was little or no wind.
Spotting tailers or stripers in the spread would be easy
I thought. This is going to be a wild day.
Despite all the good signs, we couldn't get a bite. There
were many boats out here and none of them were hooked up
either. "Maybe too much bait", Chacho suggested. Then the
chatter on the radio picked up and Chacho headed north where
we could see that a boat was hooked up.By
the time we got in the area, there were at least 5 other
boats hooked up with marlin. Frigate birds were everywhere
crashing on the surface after bait the marlin kicked up.
Chacho yelled at Delberto to bring in all the lines and
switch to live bait. It was about 10:00 AM, after we had
been trolling live bait for about 10 minutes, that we got
our first hook up. Louis was up so he took the rod from
Delberto and got in the chair. This was a real strong striper
and took about an hour to get alongside. Chacho came down
to tag the fish while Delberto held the leader. We revived
the marlin for at least 5 minutes due to the long fight,
then released it unharmed.
We continued trolling the rest of the afternoon, baiting
and releasing two more nice sized stripers. The last striper
came in at 2:45 PM when I thought it might be time to start
heading for the marina. Chacho had been working hard the
past two weeks, staying out late, getting back to the slip
after 5:00 PM many times, so I thought it would be nice
for him to get in a little early for once. Chacho agreed
and we changed directions. I remember when we had just passed
the old light house because I always like to check my moving
map and GPS to see where we are compared to just looking
out the window. Right of the mark. The light house was right
off the port beam. What I had failed to notice, was a bunch
of frigate birds circling directly over head. Chacho was
getting nervous. Louis and I moved back to the stern thinking
something was up. We wanted to be ready or Delberto would
beat us to the rod. Then, the birds started crashing down,
just off the starboard corner, no less than 50 yards away.
All of a sudden, 30 feet from the starboard corner, 8 to
10 needle fish, all in a row, simultaneously leaped clear
out of the water like screaming torpedoes coming right at
us. I thought they were going to jump in the boat. I've
never seen needle fish that big. They were 18 to 20 inches
long and looked like they weighed 4 to 5 pounds each. They
actually looked like small barracudas. They were running
for their lives. In an instant, we had 3 rods go off. I
was holding my rod all this time and was able to bait my
own fish. Louis grabbed the closest rod, then Chacho came
down to work the other hook up while Delberto cleared the
hook up turned out to be a dorado so I let the drag loose
while Louis and Chacho worked the two stripers. Chacho's
marlin spit the hook after 20 minutes leaving only Louis
and I hooked up. With the Penn 30STW, Louis was able to
quickly get his striper alongside for tagging and release.
With all the other hook ups out of the way, I put the drag
back on and started to bring in the dorado. During all that
time, the dorado had taken off nearly 300 yards of line,
so it took a while to get it alongside. Great fish. We estimated
the weight of the bull to be around 35 pounds. Chacho got
out the flags and immediately ran up two marlin and tag
flags on each of the outriggers, then ran up the solitary
dorado flag on the stinger. What a day. Looks like we will
all have dorado for dinner tonight. It had been a good day
of catching. One of the best for sure. It is such a good
feeling to fish with our friend Chacho. Even if we don't
catch anything, which is rare, we still have a great time.
Back at the dock, it was late again being 5:30 PM already.
We hung around for a while, knowing that we had to say good
bye until next May, which wasn't going to be easy. Chacho
is a fine man and a great fisherman. Saying good-bye was
a bit teary for us all. It was a fantastic end to an otherwise
ugly two week trip.
With a couple of thick dorado fillets in the cooler, Louis
and I new exactly where to go to have them cooked up. We
got to the Cabo Wabo by 7:00 PM. We summoned up Dusten again
and told him we were leaving in the morning and asked if
he would cook up our dorado. "Pepper and Garlic?" he asks.
"Yeah, just like the tuna and wahoo," we joke.
Friends, I have to tell you this: That was the best meal
that I have had in many, many years. Some think wahoo is
the best eating fish. For me, a thick filet of dorado, freshly
caught and dressed, is hard to beat. You simply cannot get
that in the US. Dusten's method of cooking the fish is such
that when it is brought out, the fish is still slightly
under cooked in the middle, but still cooking from the heat
on the plate. By the time you take the first bite, it is
perfect. There was nada on my plate when they took it away.