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To a large extent by January i am ready for a hiatus from Puerto Vallarta. Despite the climate, the colorful and often gregarious tourist shenanigans, the scenery, or more poignantly the MINDBLOWING fishing, after nearly seven months of non-stop madness even i'm ready for a change.
But fishermen are never satisfied. If you're not catching fish, you beg for a bite. If you get one, you immediately want two. More, more, more! When you have a boat full, now you want big ones, and then only the biggest ones will do shortly thereafter. When the behemoths come, you're done. But then you want more.
It is, as it turns out, a terrible curse.
The big fish season is done here in PV, and frankly it's upsetting. I don't bound out of bed with that same kind of enthusiasm as i did a few short weeks ago, there's no seemingly endless supply of mainlined adrenaline to plug into out there with the 80 wides. Ecstasy can still be found in small doses out there, but catching anything under a few hundred pounds feels a lot like masturbation lately. It still feels good, just not really the same.
Such is the feast of the fox, when the hens have traveled south once again.
Anyway, the fishing is still very good out there - don't get me wrong. We've been able to find fantastic fishing for tuna on porpoise and literally dished out an ass kicking of biblical proportions over the weekend and earlier this week.
Fishing tuna on porpoise pods can be a very demanding challenge, particularly when the cetaceans are few and far between. You have to tack up the SST and chlorophyl chart print-outs on the hull, throw a dart, and go looking. Admittedly, it's shaky science at best. But if you have some experience under your belt, and enough belief in whatever Pagan Gods you're worshiping at the time, lo and behold the black magic pays off and you manage to find them every time - which is exactly what we did over the weekend.
There is nothing like trolling around mindlessly, without a bite, for over five hours. Boredom, fatigue, hell even hornyness, all comes into play during the downtime. But, but, but, butbutbutbutbutbut...BUT...when those tell-tale splashes and dark circling phantoms eventually line the horizon, and you spin the boat towards the action and bark out "SPREADERBARS!!!" over your shoulder, well...it doesn't take long for those five mind numbing hours to dissipate.
When you approach the madness and it's a good one - thousands of porpoise and birds and most importantly TUNAS going apechit off the bow - and you spin the boat to intercept the herd and scream in primal frenzy when SMASHFUQINGWHOOSH!!! the beasts invade the spread and one after another the lines come crashing down. Small fish or not, in hindsight, yeah...OK...it's still pretty goddamn exciting!!!
That's the kind of madness that awaits us out there presently. Nothing big, but lots of them if you BELIEVE in those aforementioned Pagan gods. Black Magic's certainly saved our asses before.
The Z-Man DaiZy Chains, Archer Super Spider and Ruckus, and Canyon Runner bars were all on fire. It got to the point where we just started fishing one rod, skipping either a Z-Man DaiZy Chain or a Squid Nation squid below the kite and had all the action we needed.
Skip....skip....skip....SMASHWHOOSH!!! as a tuna from 20 - 80 pounds comes CATAPULTING out of the water in pursuit of the skipping "bait"...(miss)....SMASHWHOOOOOOSH!!!...(miss)...SMASHFUQINGWHOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!! and then ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!! (no miss that time!) Over, and over, and OVER again until the fish box was full and the anglers were exhausted.
No marlin, no dorado, no wahoo, scarcely a sea turd even...just tuna after tuna after tuna, and really - who am i to complain about that!
While big fish phantoms do haunt my daydreams, i'm happy to be catching something anyway. Panama, Cocos Island, the mothership trips, and the promise of behemoth madness once again is not that far away. So "SUCK IT UP SKIP!" i'm often heard to say, while another squadron of football tunas rain down on the spreader bars as the spinners spin away.
The boss' wife and 10 of her closest, wealthy, recently divorced or unhappily married, girlfriends descend on the circus in a few hours for her birthday party for the next five days. Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something to do this weekend. If you don't hear from me by tuesday...SEND HELP!
Hey, what's the current all-tackle record for Cougars according to the IGFA anyway?!?!? LOL
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The upcoming pic's should be some of your best. Nice report as well brother!
Originally Posted by lilharcher
