-3\u00a0checks: Dorado, Striped Marlin, Sailfish, Tuna, Grouper, Snapper, Donner & Blitzen\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 – -2 checks: Wahoo, Blue & Black Marlin (and they get 3 checks in July \u2013 a few day away)\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 – 1 check: Yellowtail<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I was understandably excited; we had an experienced and knowledgeably captain, a well-equipped boat and it was a month when the big fish were hungry.\u00a0 I was cautiously optimistic that my frustration from all those previous\u00a0fishing misadventures was going to be\u00a0wiped away.\u00a0 I envisioned myself sitting in that dentist\u2019s chair watching one of those fish with a pointy nose leaping out of the water at the end of my line and me, exhausted after hours of reeling, finally hauling on board the subject of what would become my very first big fish photo-op.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0We headed out on day one and I realized that deep-sea\u00a0fishing is mostly a rather passive experience.\u00a0 Once we were out far enough, deck hand, Paco set about five poles in their holders at the back of the boat, lets out some line with lures on them and . . . well, that\u2019s it.\u00a0 After I watched him do this, I went into the galley, grabbed a beer, climbed up to the bridge where Gary was driving the boat and I asked him, \u201cAre we fishing now?\u201d\u00a0 He turned around, looked at the back of the boat, saw that the lines were in the water, turned to me and said, \u201cYep\u201d.\u00a0 I sat next to him for a while, occasionally turning to see if anything was jumping up and down behind the boat, I finished my beer and went below and watched an episode of Three and a Half Men<\/em>, with Gary’s son, Parker; then stared into the sea from the back of the boat for a while. \u00a0It turns out that deep-sea\u00a0fishing is even less strenuous that regular fishing, which itself ranks fairly\u00a0low on the cardio-vascular exercise depth chart.\u00a0 No putting hooks on a line, no constantly affixing bait to the hook, no casting, no reeling, no checking the drag, no wading in the water, no tying flies to lines, just watching.\u00a0 The only time you have to work is when you catch a big fish, and you should be\u00a0fairly rested up to handle that.\u00a0 I kept watching.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0You know how this is going to end, don\u2019t you?\u00a0 You\u2019re right, two days, not a nibble \u2013 the water was too cold.\u00a0 How could that be? \u00a0I went in and it was just fine; what kind of wussy fish are hanging out down there anyway?\u00a0 Oh, I guess they\u2019re actually not hanging out down there after all.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0So below is my ‘Big Fish Photo Op’\u00a0\u00a0The first is me displaying the only fish I caught \u2013 it was with a net out of the bait tank; the second is the real \u2018fish\u2019 hanging up at the Giggling Marlin, a local adult beverage establishment.\u00a0 The Marlin were indeed giggling.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Gary, sorry I ruined your \u2018no skunk\u2019 record, but thank you for a wonderful time.\u00a0 \u2018The Cooler\u2019 lives to fish another day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" by Bob Sparrow \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I would like to think that the moniker, \u2018Bob the Fish Killer\u2019 comes from the many trophy fish and photos that adorn my den wall, but unfortunately I think it\u2019s a reference to my inability to keep … read more![\"\"](\"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/cabo-catch1.jpg\" "\\"Cabo")
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