It's going to get to the point soon where i'm not going to have much adrenaline left...transformed into a sunburnt, twitchy mess where even good drugs won't be able to pull me out of the catonic trance...the emotionally devoid black hole brought on by the sustained BIG BANG i'll eventually fall into...
There is only so much incredible fishing a man can take...
While today started much like any other it certainly didn't take long to stand on it's head and go Matrix...atomizing Manny, Juan and i into some other dimesion...whisking us away on our battle wagons and Apollo 5ing us into the heart of planet ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ where all day long storms of striped marlin, dorado and tuna filled our ears and drove us MAD with incessant buzzing...
Or should i say....
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZING...
I suppose we should somehow thank the tunas...
Yes....i suppose it was those tunas...or lack thereof...that gave us purpose...
And that purpose...
That purpose Mr. Anderson...that purpose delivered unto us a choice...
A choice which would inevitably change our day...our week...perhaps our entire season Mr. Anderson...
A choice...MR....AnDERson...
A choice to set us...free...
Whether or not it was our choice to find them...or it was they who sought us out...today will be remembered as the best day of fishing most of us have EVER had in April...
While it was evident by 9:30 this morning that the rock would bear no fruit today...there was enough of a pheremone in the air to turn our snouts norwestard...in search of game...and in hopes of glory...
Manny struck first with a manta ray...yes...and a fiesty one at that...
Just another reason why he has the reputation he does...manta's are not exactly EASY to entice...but Manny is one of the best...
We countered next with a bonafide billfish working to the south-east of Pacifico but jumped the striped marlin off in short order...SON...
No time...a dorado jackhammers the opposite rigger and we manage to at least appease the gods for another day...
Bam! Manny strikes again jumping off a marlin but sticking a secondary and finishing with the release...
ZZZZZZZZZZZZ we score another striper knockdown...zip...zip...*******...zip...nada...
Why you little...
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ we're on a double and now the radio chatter is coming fast and furious in at least 3 discernable languages...spanish...english...spanglish...rapid fire succession with a lot of adjectives...
Manny is lit up with a school of stripers and spinner porpoise alternating between marlin and tunas while we go tick for tack on stripers and dodos...
Juan...who has been giving the rock a real church group try...is by now blowing smoke and trying to get directions at 25knts...i'm trolling Manny's way now too and it's all we can do to get there without ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...zip...zip.......ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...
Now it's a frenzy of marlin, tunas, porpoise and dorados...frigate birds are crashing and swooping...a few hundred boobies, terns, shithawks...you name it...two different types of porpoise and a whole chitpile of bait running for thier lives...
It is madness out there kitten...DO NOT PLAY IN THE STREET...
For the next 8 hours i enjoyed every knockdown...every jump...every scratch in the gelcoat...nick with the gaff...lost lure...each and every one of those 28,800 seconds as though they were my last...
At one point i counted 5 striped marlin in the air around the boat...freejumping...skyrocketing out of the water and crash landing on bait balls...
Packs of fish would shoulder each other...two, three, four, five at a time through the spread as one by one KNOCK...KNOCK....KNOCK....KNOCK...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ rods went impotent and the madness began again...
Someone would scream..."WHAT IS IT?!?!?!?!?"
"Tuna?!?" .... "Dorado?!?" ....SMASHWHOOSH!!!!....no.... "MARLIN!!!"
Chaos amigos...CHAOS...
Manny and Juan each tallied phenominal numbers that would have gotten a lot better had the fuel dock not chased them in...the last 3 hrs before sunset made for some of the most incredible lure fishing moments i've ever witnessed...we could not get lures into the riggers...Comando and Bopa were wearing gloves full time to protect thier hands...WHILE PUTTING LURES IN THE WATER!!!!....freeswimming schools of sailfish and marlin everywhere balling pipefish, sardines...you name it...porpoise working with marlin and sailfish...out........of........breath............ .......
Had the sun not set i am sure i'd still be out there...milk it until the very last iota of light we did...
For the White Knight...whom has travelled far and wide with me for many years...from Canada to Kingdomcome...it was a day of fishing for him and his friends they will likely not soon forget...
I believe all things happen for a reason...and since good things keep happening i'm inclined to reason that i should continue to expect good things...to continue to happen...for no other reason...
And amen to that...
After a 14 hour day on the water...it's now 2:30 in the morning...and i can't sleep...because i'll be back out there in three and a half more hours...
AND I CAN HARDLY WAIT...


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