cont......


Then my wife DEMANDED to go out in a panga, just the two of us. Oh damn, don't you hate a woman who makes you go fishing? We went out looking for football tuna, bonito, anything on the Pacific side.......................................


I had one good hard slam from a football yellowfin about 15 pounds. He sounded at the boat while my mouth watered for some sashimi, then the ******* pulled free while Enrique cursed, saying "phukk" a few times.....




After a thrilling 90 degree aerial assault from a decent dorado that broke off after three seconds, we found some nervous water full of these little buggers. They were fun as hell, I had a hit every third or fourth cast for about 30 minutes straight...........





ever notice how they always run straight for the prop?

This was all the day held for us fish-wise, but it rocked. Warm weather, my girl, cold beer and some willing fish. Not biggun's but fun as hell. Enrique cut one up for chum. I had one nice 'cuda come up for a look but all he wanted was to eat the chum chunks. he just laughed at my fly mockingly.................


that night we all went out to Digorgio's for the sunset, drinks and dinner. Great drinks, amazing views and ****ty food.....the full Digiorgio's treatment.

The girls decided to pimp it up a bit........................my wife wanted my opinion of her dress on the balcony .......




"hey big boy, buy me a couple shots tonight and you might get lucky".........



I married a silly girl, what can I say..............


The gang at dinner..........................




the next day was pool and beach time. Then the following day Mark and I headed out to deeper water. I wanted something bigger on my new stick and even though fishing had been reaaaallllllyyyy slow everywhere in the area, we hoped for a nice yellowfin, dorado or maybe a sailfish.

"dude, put that *** stick away. You aren't going to land anything on a flyrod out here".

"Oh yeah? bite me, BIATCH!!! Oh, nice gay hat!!!"