Monday, March 30, 2015
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Capt. Mitch report
Capt. Greg report
Thanks again," Greg
Snow? I think that I'm coming home too soon. Be back for a brief visit this week.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Snowing in Weldon
We caught 3 quadruple headers and busted off a blue marlin today. That didn't make the scoreboard.
Ended up in about 16th....but we did learn a lot, instead of being as lost as an arrow in a wheat field, we are now as lost as a ball in high weeds.
Friday, March 27, 2015
At least we're consistent
Monday, March 23, 2015
Check out my new dinner jacket
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Yes even you can.......
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Fishing with a legend
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Are those shorts that I see?
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Saturday, March 14, 2015
My "Nanar" cooked the roe wrapped in bacon and packaged up in wax paper, fried in a cast iron skillet. When the paper was brown, the roe was firm and the bacon was done.
Friday, March 13, 2015
No ash on the beach
For some reason that song is stuck in my head. All good here and airport is open today despite a volcano in the northern part of the country blowing some ash and delaying flights. All good.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Monday, March 9, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
From Crocodile Ray
After reading this mornings post it brought to mind a quote relative to your attempt to retrieve hung net. -----Joe
"Civilization ends at the waterline. Beyond that, we enter the food chain, and not always right at the top." Hunter Thompson
Friday, March 6, 2015
New Cast Net
My last cast net was smaller, I could open it up even in waste deep water, but I got it caught on a log the other day while casting on some mullets about 200 yards up the creek from where Ray hooked his croc. I'd seen their heads popping up around in the open water, slipping in and out of the mangroves and a big one sunning on the bank not far from where my cast net was now hung on a log.
I stood there on the bank, looking down at the taunt line on my wrist going down to the water. It was solid, I could feel the twang of torn webbing when I gave it a good pull. I kept looking down in the water, thinking of what I would have to do: follow the main line down to the ring with my hand. It would probably be about neck deep, probably over my head at the far edge of the net. I'd probably have to briefly go completely under water to get the ring. Sometimes it'll come off the log by pulling the ring, but it felt pretty solid, and.......I'd have to duck my head down below the surface of that milky stained water of the estuary. The water is clean enough, I don't have a problem or fear of some tropical jungle infection and I don't have any problem getting wet, but the thought of ducking my head under and coming face to face with that croc really freaked me out.
Even if I dunked in real quick and got the ring, chances are the only way to get it off that log was for a more lengthy immersion. I'd have to go down head first with both hands, feel my way around and free the lead line off the far end of the log, then clear away any snagged webbing.
Head first. Feeling my way around. Completely under water. I wonder if the activity of sloshing around fighting with this net has awaken any reptilian "attention"? I look around. Don't see any crocs. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. OK, here we go. Head first, nice and slow, then just take a deep breath and pull your way down to the bottom. Face to face.
Screw the damn net. It came out in pieces.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
check this out
Either come see me down here or check out some of the Down East Guides who will be instructors at the Fisherman's Post Fishing School.
You might even win a trip to Costa Rica or Argentina by signing up.
Proof of Life
Having 4 snook in the cooler is a very rare event, we thought that this pic would suffice in proving Riley's well being. Doesn't he look happy?
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Day 2 and 3, we actually got enough bites to be competitive, but as an angling team, we sucked, connecting with less than half of our opportunities. It was a very humbling experience. We have analyzed the tapes and video, consulted with the captain and other professionals and from this experience I really do believe that we have learned a lot.
Instead of being "as lost as an arrow in a wheat field" we are slowly becoming "as lost as a ball in high weeds".
Congrats to our friend Tony on Team Galati who won this leg of the Los Suenos Triple Crown with 80 sailfish releases in 3 days. Second and third place were determined by 3 minutes, each boat with 69 sailfish and 2 marlin. Both boats have teams of Carolina boys and girls. The Trophy Box finished in 3rd place, behind the Tranquilo and the Cofers.
On a side note, the Tranquilo is now a licensed charter boat in Quepos and we look forward to working with them in their new home.
4th place was also some Carolina boys with Capt. John Bayliss on the Tarheel with 69 sails and 1 marlin.
The Tarheel leads the Trophy Box by only 1 sailfish for the 3 tournament series that comes to a head in Leg 3 of the Los Suenos Triple Crown at the end of March.
Maybe we can improve our hook up ratio and be competitive in the last of the series.