Recapping the PV Adventure

[Asylum]

Im still here, recovering from a world class hangover from last nite. It started at Margaritas with the boys. It moved to multiple bars at the Resort. It ended in style back on Salty. Use your imagination to fill in the missing details.

As I washed the drool off my face this morning, it really sunk in. Its not just stories with these guys. Not just elequant descriptions of everyday battles with fish that have been caught time and time again. And I can say this with conviction.

Salty got her first Blue Marlin yesterday. It was rough. Puke was flying well before we got the lines in. Three kids and one of the Dads were launching what we later determined was a high fiber diet everywhere. Mozzas wiring gloves had a hearty layer of peas and carrots covering them at one point.

We arrived at the rock and put out a sixpack of ballyhoo and a rigged mack. It was rough. Puke was flying. We made one downsea leg before Josh yelled down to bring it in. Are we heading to calmer waters so soon? Of course not.

Josh hammers the throttles and we race 8miles further. It was rough. Puke was flying. The spread goes back out. The lefts were centers. The centers were rights. The rights were, well WAY Rights. Josh looked at me and said, "I really hope this Marlin will cooperate and go downsea with us." Apparently he knew...

Back down in the Pit, Mozz and I finished spraying off more puke as Ben prepped more high fiber projectiles for everyone inside.
"CENTER RIGGER!!!!," which was our Left long.
Mozza is on it but we cant see the bait or the fish behind the 10ft face of water currently breaching behind us. Mozz feeds, the fish eats, 2 kids puke. The fish comes tight and we feverishly begin to clear lines as John takes the rod. At somepoint we managed to catch a glimps of a Blue tearing ass over the tops of the waves.

It was rough. Puke was flying. Before I could grab my camera, I was needed on the fly bridge to wrestle a rampaging bbq grill. Justin took post beside me as I attempted to get some shots while Josh backed on the fish.

It was ROUGH. PUKE WAS FLYING. As John worked the fish to leader, Mozza and Benji kept looking over their shoulder to see what they were dealing with. The marlin played nice and sat infront of the underwater camera. Finally Benji made a few wraps and the leader gave way.

JT and I highfived. Benji and Mozz did the same. John was spent. Everyone else? Yeah, they just Puked.

[thoffman]

sounds rough, good deal on the first marlin.

[Franticpace]

Meanwhile on the Frantic Pace which compeated in the 2 man Bobsled competition. Me on the wheel, and Sue in the pit. We opted for a downsea troll to the bank after doing a number of passes along the same ridge you caught your marlin. I was determined to explore that outside edge to El Banco with the thought that if I left El Banco early enough, I could always troll back to the bay. A Wahoo bit us off first thing, followed by a number of Dorado which we deliberately shook off. I was not anxious to try to clear lines, leaving the wheel in those seas for a dorado. We finally made it to El Banco where there was literally a carpet of birds covering the southside of the Bank. Of course that carpet was spread over a mountain of waves easily exceeding 12 ft. After shaking off another Dorado, I fanally accepted the fact that there was no way in hell the two of us could handle a billfish in those conditions. We humbly trolled back to Mita, with a quarteing sea that kept the bridge bathed in a sea of seafoam. Just 10 mile out of Mita the wind really came on as the dark clouds loomed overhead. Fortunately by that time I had worked us to a beam sea run, which the Frantic Pace handles well enough. Hauled in the lines and 25 knotted it to calmer waters. No Marlin, no PUKE

[Asylum]

That was a shit coming back in. 35kts+ with walls of whitewater. I am calling the the Tourism Board, damn propaganda. If I wanted to fish weather like that, Id have gone to New England.

[Asylum]

As usual, never a dull moment. Thanks Alex for coming down to give us a hand. You are welcome anytime. Sorry i didnt make it this morning but duty calls. The trip yesterday was great. First marlin for salty, first trip with John that we actually got a marlin to the boat and first time for Saltys decks to be graced with the pitter patter of little ones' puking off the flybridge. That one skinny kid would have made a good kite bait, chum included.

[mozza]

It was great fishing and partying with you Alex, yesterday reminded me of NZ fishing conditions(minus the puke on my gloves).

See you in Miami Next month bro

[lilharcher]

Hopefully all that puke was isolated to the cockpit and not in SteveD's salon..........hopefully for all the deckhands sake.....

[Asylum]

Fear not. Upchuck was limited to areas easily washed with a hose. Hell, puke was raining down from the bridge. I distinctly remember repositioning to the opposite side of the pit after getting sprayed. I havent seen that much puke since partying at my buddies house back in college.

[FAT CAT MX]

That was a good read! You been learning to write from Josh, or are you his teacher?

[Capt Josh]

I haven't seen that much gagging since the Deep-Throat-A-Thon during our first year at Ujena!

"No gag reflex!" yeah honey, sure.


Hell, those kids were TROOPERS!!!! 10 - 12 footers, backing down after blue marlin, chit....puke or no puke i'll take it!