Sport Fishing Forums - MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/ Tales of adventures in big game fishing, life, and beyond. Make no mistake about it, Capt Josh Temple has re-defined the level of enthusiasm many of us bring to the sport of big game fishing. This is the exclusive online home for keeping track of his motley crew of modern day Pirate adventurers. Enter at your own risk!!! en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 06:07:39 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/images/misc/rss.jpg Sport Fishing Forums - MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/ Venice Offshore-Pelagic Charters- Fat Yellows http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/venice-offshore-pelagic-charters-fat-yellows-374809.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:50:55 GMT After several weeks of strong easterlies and a brush with a tropical storm, the gulf laid flat like a pond, allowing for beautiful conditions. On Saturday I ran a trip for the Mexican Gulf Fishing Company. My crew consisted of a all star MLB line up that included hall of fame inductee Barry Larkin,... After several weeks of strong easterlies and a brush with a tropical storm, the gulf laid flat like a pond, allowing for beautiful conditions. On Saturday I ran a trip for the Mexican Gulf Fishing Company. My crew consisted of a all star MLB line up that included hall of fame inductee Barry Larkin, formerly of the Cincinnati Reds. We rolled down the river at 50 m.p.h. and I never had to pull the throttles back once we hit the gulf. We started out wahoo fishing and only had a pull off to show for a serious effort. A capt. buddie hit me up on the radio that he had found some stud yellows and to get there quick. He was about fifteen miles away and in no time we pulled up to find his client bowed up in the harness. After a short lesson in chunking we picked up seven jumbo blackfin. We reset and started the process again and doubled up on two serious fish but broke one off in the pandemonium of trying to clear the lines as the fish crossed each other. The little 30w Tiagra was still screaming and we gave chase and was able to settle in with a straight up and down fight. Forty five minutes past by like five hours, add alot of grunts and groans and throw in a few select words and I sunk the gaffs in a nice fish in the 120-130lb class. We reset again and caught jumbo blacks on after the other keeping six more and releasing the rest. The guys called it a day early feeling satisfied and in the need of a cocktail. On Sunday the conditions were the same. I headed to the same area and we got started. Again, the blacks were thick. These are the 20-30lb jobs that eat anything thrown in the water. We fished into the early afternoon without seeing a yellow, when two studs appeared deep in the slick about 40ft down. They were playing hard to get eating everything without a hook. I downsized to 60lb Frenzy floro to try and get them to eat. We kept laying out the buffet when a nice cow dolphin showed up and we caught her quick. I kept feeding the tuna and finally the bigger of the two came right up and ate my chunk on que. I settled in and fought this fish while the guys were feeding two other tuna that came up on the other side of the boat. I am leaning on this fish hard when I look over and there is a wahoo in the 80lb class eating everything and lit up like a neon sign in the cobalt blue water. I yell for Capt. Mike to hook him. He ate the chunk as soon as it hit the water and streaked off on the surface for Mexico. The wahoo ate thru the floro after ten minutes which I was surprised it took that long. In the process Kevin hooked one of the other tuna and now we were doubled up on fatty's. Close to an hour later I finally had my tuna on its side and two gaffs later, a nice fish in the 140lb class hit the deck. I immediately focused my attention on Kevin's fish which was giving him a hard time. Another thirty minutes past and the circles got smaller and after an intense moment with a deep gaff we layed a nice fish in the 120lb class right next to his buddy in a bloody mess. Cool way to end the day indeed. The fishing here in Venice is strong right now as long as the weather permits. Starting in January it will go into full swing on large yellowfin and wahoo. I have dates available in December and the upcoming big fish season. Give me a call to book your next trip in Venice.



Captain William Wall

Pelagic Charters

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]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple customcat http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/venice-offshore-pelagic-charters-fat-yellows-374809.html MARLINSTAR ~ LIGHT COMES OUT OF BLACK http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/marlinstar-light-comes-out-black-363298.html Tue, 17 Nov 2009 02:08:52 GMT No words....just pictures. Attachment 122537 (http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/attachments/f276/122537-custom0909_4.jpg) Attachment 122538 (http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/attachments/f276/122538-custom0909_3.jpg) Attachment 122539... No words....just pictures.

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]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple tom@marlinstar http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/marlinstar-light-comes-out-black-363298.html Pelagic Kind of World.... http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/pelagic-kind-world-362472.html Mon, 16 Nov 2009 19:58:28 GMT While we anxiously await the next group's report from Cabo I thought I would share a pelagic fish mix of our own from Texas.

This is our little group of locos on our hometurf. Turn up the jams, relax and enjoy the ride.

http://www.viddler.com/explore/CaptAnthony/videos/7/

:bandit::drink4::sm_headba

Adios
Anthony
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]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple AJL http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/pelagic-kind-world-362472.html Blow Blow, But We Got The Gordo... http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/blow-blow-but-we-got-gordo-359708.html Mon, 16 Nov 2009 00:39:44 GMT Well as if the blow jobs around Cabo weren't legendary already, the wind this weekend is trying reeeeaaal hard to establish it's own ball bursting reputation and add it's own spin on the mix. With over thirty knots of North Westerlies howling down the Pacific side, and solid twenty - thirty Northerlies howling down the eastern cape, she's been a little sporty out there amigos. A little Walleye Chop on the water to say the least.

Thank god we've got the Salty, and the Gordo Bank not twenty miles away. Sixty three feet of weather beating opulence to take us at pre-dawn thirty, racing up the Sea of Cortez towards the only spot within thousands of miles in any direction to have produced a near world record tuna of 383 pounds this week. Long live the Gordo...and the monsters that she keeps.

With this kind of weather berating the coast, and Cabo's voluptuous fleet of charter boats, the Gordo Bank becomes ground zero for all manner of swashbuckler and craft. After nine in the morning it's an international zoo out there, Canadians, Mexicans, Americans, and Asians vying for opportunity in a circus of chaos. Tiny 14' car-toppers making the run in snotty conditions from San Jose, 63 feet battlewagons, and all manner of "vessel" in between. Everyone frantically chasing a lone dipping frigate, puddling tunas, hell i saw two boats give a sea lion an all-out chase. Lines get tangled, kite baits bounce of the faces of wayward panga clients, dogs and cats living together. My kind of madness - I GUESS?!?!?!

Yes...it's a chit-show on the Gordo, but guess what? The big fish are still there.

In the past two days we've counted seven tuna hook-ups, landed four up to one hundred pounds, and lost two real good ones including one mean, nasty sonofabitch.

I ran to the bow with a fresh caballito as we neared the high-spot on the inner Gordo this morning, tossed a bait out and upswell in the four foot seas, watched as it raced off fifty feet of line before it disappeared down the maw of a massive crater in a large and messy way. Sonofa...

"HOOK-UP!!!! FUUUUUUUUUCKSOMEBODYHEYHEEEEEEEEYHEYHEY!!!!" As i raced down the port gunnel, pointing the screaming Accurate 30W in the direction of the monster, then, seeing the Colonel, "HEYCOLONEL....COOOOOLONEL!!! TAKETHISGODDAMNRODNOWNOWNOWNOWNOW!!!"

I barely made the hand-off to the Colonel before the last of the line left the reel, raced over rod belts, a mountain of underwater camera gear, and dove for the ladder leading to the helm. I was screaming for everyone else to clear lines, pull in the kite, as i frantically fired up the motors, hammered them in reverse, and started the chase. There couldn't have been 50 yards left on the reel.

Suddenly, heartbreakingly - SNAP!!!

No...Nonononononononononooooooooooooooooooooooooo. ...

Yup, it happens. Unfortunately i had picked up the rod with only eighty pound fluorocarbon leader and when the large and vacuum-like jaw of the giant tuna opened to engulf the bait, so went the hook and leader, deep, deep down to the belly of the beast. He cut us off on the corner of his jaw, the lucky sonofabitch.

On the next drift SteveD hooked a good one on the chunk that later wrapped us up and broke us off on some kind of submerged buoy or net, goddamnit.

Finally on the fifth or sixth drift after that, Steve goes bendo on another live caballito and we finally manage to land something today, a nice 100 pounder. WHEW.

The boats, the weather, it's Cabo combat fishing at it's best.

Thankfully yesterday we faired better, landing three nice tunas and a brace of dorados. Ron and Mike from Pelagic both catching good ones, and Tony Ludovico getting the shots we were hoping for from the water with some of his marvelous toys.

With blow jobs like this pounding Cabo, it's good advice to take what you get. Manana is another day amigos, and i can guarantee you we'll be looking for another giant sonofabitch. ]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple Capt Josh http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/blow-blow-but-we-got-gordo-359708.html SC boys still holding it down http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/sc-boys-still-holding-down-354353.html Fri, 13 Nov 2009 21:06:35 GMT Tod and I had to take it back to the old school 'Mexi Style' and had our compa Danny Gomez take us out on his 26 foot panga. It has been 5 years since my companero Tod Frasier introduced me to this sureal paradise that lies on the 20th northern latitude, and there is a good reason that we keep coming back year after year. Well I will let the pics do the rest of the talking...
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]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple saltwaterhippie http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/sc-boys-still-holding-down-354353.html Another Brick In The Wall.... http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/another-brick-wall-348754.html Thu, 12 Nov 2009 01:04:30 GMT (Disclaimer: Before reading this report, i think it's pertinent to provide a little background info on how this trip came together. It's taken Ben and i years of swashbuckling to garner these permits, which give us unlimited access to the Marias, Revillagigedos, Guadalupe, and more. After testing their validity out at the Maria Islands off of PV for over a year now we finally procured enough courage to have a run at the Revillagigedos. Before departing for Cabo, we double and triple checked with our contact in the Government to ensure that we wouldn't be risking a brand new three million dollar boat, or the prison-free history of anyone onboard. Our contact called ahead to the military base on Socorro, faxed them copies of our permits, alerted them to our intentions, and generally did as much as he could to ensure that we wouldn't have any surprises once we arrived. Oftentimes in life it's not what you know, but who you know. The pieces of paper that we now hold so dear are prime examples of this.)


As i write this i am hopped up on a headful of painkillers, strange Mexican candies in a vast array of colors that are doing their best to silence the monster breathing fire in my head. I'm awaiting dental surgery on thursday morning, extractions, implants, the works. So while this will likely not be my best literary effort - i will give it the ol' inebriated college try.

After two hundred and fifty miles of open ocean travel, fifteen long years of waiting, and innumerable hiccups along the way - it only took thirty two hours of trolling from Cabo San Lucas to realize a collectively life-long dream.

The feeling of all those aboard Salty when we deployed the lines after a long night of steaming south from Cabo towards the Revillagigedo Islands was a mix of emotions. We were all obviously stoked, but trepidation reigned in our enthusiasm as we all silently wondered if our permits to fish the restricted zone surrounding the islands were legit, hoping that by this time the following morning we'd be fighting wahoo and tuna, and not some nefarious gang in a Mexican jail somewhere. We've been using our permits for over a year and a half at the Maria Islands off of PV, but the Rev's are an entirely different story, with new people to deal with, and an entirely new set of potential hurdles to navigate along the way.

About thirty miles from San Benedicto Island, with these thoughts still fresh in our heads, the right rigger, a purple and black moldcraft wide-range (big surprise), imploded as if to silence our worries and remind us that, above all else, a 450# ballistic blue marlin was worth the chance of jail time any day.

Ben, who was up in the helm with me, literally flew to the cockpit and pushed up the drag as the marlin exploded through the wake. Gerald, Tony, and Matt sprang into action clearing the remaining lines as i pulled the boat into neutral and prepared for the chase.

With 400 gallons of extra fuel sloshing around in a bladder on the bow, and two tons of rations for the week long adventure ahead, Salty was surely sulking under the weight of her saddle. Nevertheless she responded with the same predictable tenaciousness with a push of the throttles in reverse and, despite the burden of her load, managed to outrun that feisty blue devil in record time.

Ben, who rarely gets a shot at a fish like this, soaked up the "OOOOHS" and "AAAAAHHHS" from the crowd as each leap of the fish and subsequent avalanche of water over the stern brought Tony B closer to his turn on the leader. After a few more spectacular explosions boat side Tony shook loose the hook and i do believe we all sighed in relief as our first of many good omens swam healthily away.

We continued on towards San Benedicto, jaws dropping a little bit further as the island loomed into view and the savage volcanic formations told countless stories of the magnificent power of creation, and the infinite beauty of these remote and isolated places. As we neared the island we changed out our marlin spread and deployed two marauders, no sooner coming over the 1,000 fathom ledge when both rods crackled, doubled over, and bled line with abandon as a double header of tunas made for the deep.

As the boys dove for the corners i took a long, slow 360 degree look around the boat. Thousands of birds, innumerable explosions, porpoise, mantas, cetaceans, fish of all shapes and sizes, and an island rising up from a seemingly bottomless ocean. The only boat for hundreds of miles, a hard core group of adventurous anglers, self sufficiency, and a tinge of danger means my kind of madness at it's ultimate best.

Once we crossed into the relative shallows surrounding San Benedicto it was all we could do to get two marauders into the water before another tuna or wahoo demolished the spread. Within an hour we'd ruined two 400# cable leadered marauders, the boys were shaking and sweaty, the cockpit a tribute to chaos, our adrenaline gland churning the nectar of adventure. Our choreography went from calculated to chaotic at best.

After a few hours of this, and countless tunas and wahoos on every kind of iron, popper, bomb, and jig you could imagine we decided to continue on to Socorro Island and check in with the Navy. Time to lay the cards on the table, push the chips to the middle - all in.

The mood on the boat as we neared Socorro and rounded the SE corner bringing the Naval base into view went from ecstatic to nervous real quick. I picked up the radio and alerted the boys to our presence, they directed us to the jetty and told us to wait for the commander who would be down to inspect the boat and review our permits lickity split.

It was a long and sweaty hour of waiting, and when the military truck finally wound down the road towards the jetty, with all kinds of manpower in tow, my heart eventually succeeded in locating my throat. With a few deep breaths i backed the Salty up to the jetty where Tony B, our unofficial liaison in situations like this, assisted the military inspection contingent onboard.

Anyone that knows Tony Berkowitz will agree that he is exactly the kind of front man you want in a situation like this. After twenty plus years of modern day pirating in Cabo San Lucas, there's not much that Tony hasn't seen or negotiated first hand. I've known Tony for a long time and while i had to twist Steve's arm to get him on this trip, my instincts were paying off in spades as Tony went into NATO mode and cooly smoothed over the powers that be.

I left the helm to Gerald and went below to join the meeting, the commandant was scrutinizing our permits and talking feverishly into his radio - allegedly confirming our paperwork with some unseen force in an office a long way away. It was a quiet fifteen minutes of fretting before the radio crackled to life and our vindication arrived over the airwaves. The mood on the boat immediately changed, a collective sigh of relief audibly noticeable from our crew, frowns turning to smiles from the people in uniforms, trigger fingers relaxed, gun barrels no longer pointing at chests.

"Bienvenidos a las Islas Revillagigedos amigos!" said the man with the stripes on his shoulders. "(Now who the hell do you know to get permits like this?!?!?!)"

Then it became jovial, almost festive, onboard. We traded information, gave them a tour of the boat, told stories of adventure, and picked their brains for information. We spent a couple of memorable hours with our new friends before the sun sank enough below the horizon to turn our thoughts towards bait fishing and the week of exploration that still lay ahead. We dropped them back off on the jetty, said our goodbyes, and quietly smiled as they wished us good fishing and bode us farewell.

"Until next time amigos!" we assured them. "And countless times after that."

And so we managed yet another modern day miracle, in spite of ourselves.

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Gerald Scholl was responsible for much of the preliminary info on this trip. Having grown up working the long range boats out of San Diego, and later moving up to the third ticket position on the American Angler, Gerald had a wealth of first-hand experience from many trips to the islands before they were closed over a decade ago. Info we quickly put to the test.

Though it had been a long time since Gerald had last visited the Rev's, not much had changed over the years out there. Twelve years is nothing in geological time. The same spots he remembered produced time and time again, and when you have that kind of solid intel to build a foundation upon success is all but inevitable. Well that, and having access to an island chain that hasn't really been fished much in a long, long time certainly helps too.

We spent the first two full days of fishing at San Benedicto in a melee of seemingly endless tunas and wahoo. Legendary spots like the Lunker Hole and Lava Flow produced non-stop action on everything we threw at them. Live baiting seemed like cheating. The boys opting to throw jigs or topwater poppers instead. Rare were the times when we didn't have four or five fish tearing ass in opposite directions, creating a circus of somewhat choreographed madness from the cockpit to the bowsprit. Wahoos flying through the air with reckless abandon, at several points sending our crew scattering for cover and covering their heads.

"JEEEEESSSUUUUUUUUSSS CHRIST!!!!" someone would scream, over and OVER again.

Yup, it was the kind of fishing you dream of. Unending variety, consistency, and carnage. Back and forth we wandered between San Benedicto and Socorro, lost in our ravenous feast of enjoyment. Slaves to our wanderlust. Finding new glory in every drift, new adventure around every bend.

Eventually we stumbled upon a pinnacle on the northern ridge that produced our most significant tunas. With no sharks to nip at them, these fish would charge the boat with a savage fury. Time and time again nailing baits as they hit the water off the transom, screams from the crew as whitewater flew.

Dan and Dave Bedell, two of my longtime clients and friends who got the golden invite to join us on this trip, traded 150# tunas like punches. Steve D and Matt running frantic circles around the boat as monsters had their way with them. For hours on end we enjoyed crushing madness where every bait, jig, or popper in the water would meet with a bitter and messy end. Steve D was on fire with the iron, nailing 100 plus pounders on every drop. Four and five fish on at all times, Gerald, Tony, and Ben wrapping and unwrapping, re-tying gear, release after release at the corners, somebody - ANYBODY!!!! GET ME A BEER!!!!!

Biblical, epic, madness from beginning till end. On one particular stop the real bad boys crashed us, Steve, Dave, and Dan all hooking up real ones. Steve and Dave ended up pulling the hooks but Dan held on for another solid hour, finally leading 250#'s of fury towards the gaffs.

It finally got to the point where we just took the hooks off. Cramping, hyperventilating, exhausted.

A week at these islands gives meaning to gluttony. A deeper understanding of the definition of awe.

For Steve, especially, this was the trip of a lifetime. It's been a long, long journey to get to this place, but all of the heartache has certainly paid off. The Salty, the crew, the exotic, unparalleled locations. This one put a smile on our faces that may prove impossible to wipe off.

With too many incredible moments to remember, and a trail of broken and dwindling tackle in our wake, i spun the bow of the Salty towards Cabo. Eventually crossing the Jaime where another blue marlin crashed the same purple moldcraft. A fitting end to a remarkable beginning, i thought, 400#'s of blue marlin dragging Dan all about.

If it gets any better than this....

Ben and Gerald score the release for Dan as i push the throttles up one last time, running towards Cabo, the Salty literally leaping towards shore. There's no better feeling as a captain, to have pushed the limits, overcome the hurdles, returning home safely, having conquered the fish. To hell with those painkillers, those candy colored pills can't hold a candle to this.

Thanks to Steve D, Matt, Gerald, Tony, the Bedell boys, and Ben. To the Salty for getting us there and back safely, and the fish gods for blessing us yet again.

So we begin a new chapter amigos. God only knows what we'll be up to next.
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]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple Capt Josh http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/another-brick-wall-348754.html NEW CABO RECORD http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/new-cabo-record-331011.html Fri, 06 Nov 2009 01:54:17 GMT Our record 318 Lb Yellowfin in the Los Cabos Tuna Jackpot was smashed today by a 35 Cabo named FISHERMAN. The Fish weighed 383 on the Scalemaster. Very close to the All Tackle record. Beyond the usual prize money, they will also recieve an additional $75.000 from Costa Del Mar for setting the new... Our record 318 Lb Yellowfin in the Los Cabos Tuna Jackpot was smashed today by a 35 Cabo named FISHERMAN. The Fish weighed 383 on the Scalemaster. Very close to the All Tackle record. Beyond the usual prize money, they will also recieve an additional $75.000 from Costa Del Mar for setting the new tournament record. Pretty awesome. Wish I was down there. Not going to miss it next year. CONGRATS to the team and Captain!!! ]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple buckeyetuna http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/new-cabo-record-331011.html Canadian kid kickin ass!!!!! http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/canadian-kid-kickin-ass-323722.html Wed, 04 Nov 2009 17:54:36 GMT I know it's not fishin but I'm JT won't mine a little kudos for something that is truely unbelievable...
I'm pumped to say the least!!!!!
http://www.oneill.com/cwc/canada ]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple richmake http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/canadian-kid-kickin-ass-323722.html Salty in Socorro http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/salty-socorro-322088.html Wed, 04 Nov 2009 03:13:45 GMT Just got a Sat Phone call from Josh. They arrived in Socorro late this afternoon. Great weather all the way. They caught a few tuna,, no size specified and a 450 lb Blue. I will keep you advised as I get the reports Just got a Sat Phone call from Josh. They arrived in Socorro late this afternoon. Great weather all the way. They caught a few tuna,, no size specified and a 450 lb Blue. I will keep you advised as I get the reports ]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple Franticpace http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/salty-socorro-322088.html Big Tunas in Venice http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/big-tunas-venice-303928.html Fri, 30 Oct 2009 13:11:34 GMT Decked with Capt. Kevin Beach yesterday and had one client on board. The young fella was 90 years old and wanted some big tuna and thats what he got. Finished the day with 6 yellowfins the biggest going 158#, 134#, and as many 60 and 70 pounders as you wanted. I hope I'm half the man this guy is at the age of ninety. Great day with a great young man.
Capt. Alex Murray 228-342-0120
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]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple skitterwalkin http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/big-tunas-venice-303928.html No Rest For The Wicked.... http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/no-rest-wicked-301941.html Thu, 29 Oct 2009 20:46:15 GMT (Sigh...)WHERE TO START?!?!??!?

Like Benji has eluded to in his post, it's been a month of bi-polar ups and downs around here - PV - the spot formerly known as COW TOWN.

One day the fish are seemingly cooperative, the next, all but poltergeists taunting us from the sonar screens. I've actually had the best tuna fishing of the last month while i was fishing with Capt Herk aboard the REEL EPIDEMICH - which if you know anything about Herk and his non-love for anything without a bill - this fact seems strangely ironic.

What can you do?!?!?!? GET THE HELL OUT OF DODGE WHILE YOU STILL CAN! That's what you do....

I agree with you Benji...i hate to turn my back on a beautiful woman...but when the aforementioned lover refuses to put out...well...this dog needs to go sniffing too.

So off to Cabo and Socorro we go. I'm jamming to get SALTY loaded up with two months worth of parts and supplies, we're headed out to catch 1,000 goggle eyes this evening, then it's off to Cabo early tomorrow morning, and the distant, seductive, promise of adventure and Socorro Island monday afternoon.

We've been harnessed horses for a few weeks now, but our hoofs are itchy. It's time to take a lil stroll...... I imagine we'll find something to neigh about along the way.

Stay tuned amigos......more of this madness coming soon!!!!
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]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple Capt Josh http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/no-rest-wicked-301941.html PV Garbage Can Fantasy Slam http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/pv-garbage-can-fantasy-slam-301563.html Thu, 29 Oct 2009 17:29:02 GMT Chunking, bridling, trolling, drifting, kites, balloons, jigs, lures, plastics, ballyhoo, daisy chains, Rapalas, Marauders, flouro, mono, wire, gyro binocs, sunburns, dockgirl sacrifice, head scratching, yelling, hairpulling, drinking, smoking, sighing, slumping, done. Seems like we have... Chunking, bridling, trolling, drifting, kites, balloons, jigs, lures, plastics, ballyhoo, daisy chains, Rapalas, Marauders, flouro, mono, wire, gyro binocs, sunburns, dockgirl sacrifice, head scratching, yelling, hairpulling, drinking, smoking, sighing, slumping, done.

Seems like we have tried everything in the last few days to coax a miracle into our plush pescatorial platform. Final numbers definitely do not reflect the time, money, dedication, and lost sleep of our humble crew. Yes we caught tuna, yes we caught dorado, yes we caught sea turds( sailfish to you ballyhoo riggers).

The marlin seem to be on hiatus, the cows have gone to greener pastures and much like the nomadic tribes of long ago we too shall soon roll up our teepees, kiss the squaws goodbye and go search for the proverbial last buffalo. I love you PV, its been a great ten years of undeniably unreal angling. But WTF happened? Where did you go honey? Was it something I said, something i did? I swear I didnt mean it.

Panama was just a fling baby, The east coast was just business, I was drunk, it didnt mean anything. Sure I may have dipped my bait in a few bass ponds shnookums but you know you are the one for me, who understands me, my needs.


Lets work it out, I know we can. We cant just throw away ten beautiful years like nothing. Come back to daddy beautiful and I promise I wont dip my line anywhere else. I only have hooks for you. All the others were just to keeep me in form for you. Im begging you, down on one scraped up, salty knee. (whimper, whimper, sigh).


No! Dont do it! Oh you did! So thats it? Fine then. Ill take it. One jack crevalle, one rainbow runner, one flag cabrilla, a real feisty skipjack, and a scaly slap in the face, the Puerto Vallarta Garbage Can Slam. Thanks for nothing you little slut, next time just kick me in the nuts. I hate you. I hate you bitch. You're nothing to me, we 're done.


I didnt mean it. I still love you. Take me back, take me baaaaaaaaaacccccckkkkkkkk!!!!! ]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple gringofrijolero http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/pv-garbage-can-fantasy-slam-301563.html Down she goes! (Bisbees) http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/down-she-goes-bisbees-281064.html Fri, 23 Oct 2009 04:24:32 GMT http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f272/2009-bisbees-black-blue-marlin-jackpot-tournament-photos-updates-277608-3.html Knock on wood boat owners!. www.tigerlilysportfishing.com (http://www.tigerlilysportfishing.com) http://burnermedia.com/Bogii_Teaser.mov http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/...-277608-3.html


Knock on wood boat owners!.

www.tigerlilysportfishing.com

http://burnermedia.com/Bogii_Teaser.mov
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]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple Bogart http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/down-she-goes-bisbees-281064.html Shhhhh...Be Vewy Vewy Quiet...(BANG!!!!) http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/shhhhh-vewy-vewy-quiet-bang-279921.html Thu, 22 Oct 2009 19:07:12 GMT One of my good friends, Jim Rae, from up in Canada just sent me these pics from his latest hunting adventures. Jim and i have fished all over the north country together over the years, and as is evident by the photos he's one hell of a killer of all things furry too.

Check out his site at www.trophyquest.org

Jim, i won't complain if a large cooler of Moose and Caribou steaks show up unexpectedly!!!
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]]> MY KIND OF MADNESS - By Capt Josh Temple Capt Josh http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/shhhhh-vewy-vewy-quiet-bang-279921.html <![CDATA[Hercules Gone Wild!!! B-Days & Hurricanes!!!]]> http://www.sportfishermen.com/board/f276/hercules-gone-wild-b-days-hurricanes-279919.html Thu, 22 Oct 2009 18:58:11 GMT I'm sure Herk's had a lot of fun over the years during his birthday parties - I think at last count he's had around 140 of them. But i'm going to go out on a limb and claim that this year's combination of hurricane/b-day party stole the show, for many reasons.

Our crew is certainly capable of burning the building down, and the other night was no exception. Despite stitches in our heads, raging infections in our bone marrow, or any other manner of calamity in between, we lit the torches, beat the drums, and ushered in another pagan celebration of life, and madness, as only we can.

Herk was in rare form, literally putting on a show on the dance floor that would have sent any past winner of Dancing With the Stars running for their lives. Never have i seen such a breathtaking display of brilliance before.

Good lord Herk i love you buddy, Sue, Tara, Michelle, Benji, Mozza, and Andreas too.

Thank god we all made it back alive. Happy B-Day DUDE!!!
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