The phone rang WAY too early for a wake-up call in Costa Rica. 6:00 am and that ******* is doing the little tweet tweet tweet thing in my pitch black hotel room. I pick it up and hear "Hola, Buenos Diazs, Senor. Time for your wake up call" gushed by a hotel clerk hyped up on the excellent local coffee. I rolled out of bed and cursed my fishing addiction one more time.

Soon afterwards we got the guys busy catching bait. I called them Rambo. Wonder why?



Not long after we had started slow trolling off a nice little beach I hooked up. The Captain only had me play out line for about ten seconds before he signalled me to engage the drag. I'm used to 60 seconds, but after all, he is El Capitan for a reason. Mine is not to reason why, mine is just to do or die. Soon I was onto a healthy adversary.



After a 15 minute battle, which found the rooster at boatside six times, I closed the deal. In case you have been wondering where Tiger Woods has been, he was fishing with me during Thanksgiving. Told me he was having a problem with the local authorities in Florida concerning a parking ticket, so I invited the poor guy along for the ride. Thats him on my right in the picture below.




Pura Vida