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By Captain Jack
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SEPARATED AT BIRTH? Turning their best sides toward the camera are Hermosa Realtor Lou Bourgeois and a 40-pound Dorado he hooked two weeks ago while fishing with David Jones out of the Los Arcos Hotel in La Paz.
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Baja and Back
Well, Mates, I just returned from the tip of the Americas, also known as Cabo San Lucas, Baja California Sur, Mexico.
If you drove from Alaska to Cabo and stopped to fish along the way, you could catch damn near every fish known to fish and mankind. In Alaska, you have halibut that can weigh more than 1,000 pounds.
In Cabo, you have Blue Marlin that can weigh more than 1,500 pounds. I arrived at the airport in San Jose del Cabo, which is south east of what we say is up the way from Cabo Wabo.
I was met by "FBI" Wayne with stories of grand dorado and rooster fish that would knock yer socks off. I could not sleep all night thinking about the next day and what it would bring.
A person can go nuts in Mexico thinking about all the what-if's... It is better to have a few brews and count bait fish in yer head until ya fall asleep.
I was up as the sun slowly painted the sky from east to west with a brush of colors that only a divine artist could put on a canvas. "Danm! Where is my camera," I sez. By the time I found it, the moment was but a memory. "Perhaps another, tomorrow."
Lucky thing I had that camera, cause all I did was take pictures of fish caught and released.
"FBI" aka "Fishing by Instinct" Wayne had the magic touch. Beautiful rooster fish, dorado, big jacks, tuna all brought to the boat, "Say cheeze fishey. OK, now back in the water."
One other Mexican capitan sez, "Eh amigo's de donde es me rooster fish?" We say in unison, "Catch and release." He sez, "Que? You let me tacos go??" "Si, si," we sez. "For you to catch manana." "Bueno."
Well, our other day of fishing was cut short due to a weather pattern that churned up the water and cooled things off, including the catching.
So we packed up and drove up the peninsula back to Califrisco. The trip back up? I can say it all in one word -- hot. I think that's why, about every pee stop, you find a Corona store. Miles in Mexico are measured by the beer you drink and release. Kind'a like our fishing. Aarg Sez the Captain.
How about the local fishing? Well in Diego the albacore are back up and the counts are the proof. More than 1,500 fish per day. Better make that reservation now.
Out front the sand bass are banging what ever ya put in da water; more than 2,500 bass per day plus big dawgs over 6 pounds are out there. Call the Redondo Fishing Pier (310) 372-2111 and get in on the action.
Also, a good school of bonito have moved into the harbor. The Portofino Fuel Dock is renting skiffs like hotcakes. Call (310) 379-8481 x4630 for a skiff if'en ya want to rent a boat--and get some. ER