I'm not going to get too ahead of myself, or start counting tunas before they bite, but if all goes well things are sure lining up for one hell of a 2010.
I may be sitting all alone watching freezing rain fall in a dull and dreary way at the moment, with the kids at school and Cath out risking hypothermia in the waves, but my fingers are tickety tapping open the portal through my laptop to lands of sunshine and bikini laden adventures not that far away. I've been busy buying airplane tickets back to Mexico, where next week my amigo Jared Jeffries will be leaving behind his NY Knick's uniform for a stand-up harness, a lions share of Don Julio tequila, and a week of kick-ass fishing on the Maximo during the all-star break. It sounds like the fishing is still going strong since i left a few days ago, and with the new moon coming i dare say we're in for some fairly epic fishing in the weeks to come.
I'm also planning boat deliveries to get my Grady White back home to Tofino from Prince Rupert, where she has sat idle in storage for the last four years. I sit here looking out at the dock where the "Anyhow" will soon be rocking gratefully, eager to rocket out in search of Tyee's and barndoors once again. Her sniffer will no doubt be a little rusty, but if i know that ol dog she won't have much trouble snuffing out some treasure or picking up the trail. I can only imagine the fun we are going to have in pursuit of salmon and halibut this summer, and the beatings we will surely endure at the hands of some of Vancouver Island's remote boat-access-only waves. Sigh...i once said "the only boat i need in the world is a Grady White!" and i meant it. Though lately if there's a fathom or two of fiberglass or cold-molded wood in front of it i'm surely not going to complain.
Concurrent to these blood-warming daydreams, plans to return to Panama are popping up again. I miss the humid, churning madness of Montuosa Island and the Hannibal Bank and absolutely NEED to get my ass back there this spring. I just re-read all of our posts from the mother-ship adventures from this past year and just about fell over. Why it's taken me this long to plan a return trip is a mystery to me. Haysues...there is some truly epic fishing to be had down there!
So rain, rain, RAIN cold Canadian Cumulonimbus clouds. Do your best to beat my sunny planning down. Brighter days do lie ahead, and I'll be loooooong gone before your final drops succeed in falling down.


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