cont......
next 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 gayboy fly stick away. You aren't going to land anything on a flyrod out here".

"Oh yeah? bite me,!!!!!"



while we head out, the girls get some breakfast...............



After exactly one hit in two hours, a bill popped up and appeared in our lure and teaser spread. All hell broke loose as I scrambled to place my fly in the zone, but the fish would not take it. I'm thinking sailfish......he kept going back and forth between the lures and the teaser baits like a demented musketeer waving a sword. He started to fade away, but our captain was determined to avoid El Pepe Le Pew so he threw a hooked bait out to him. He sucked that thing down like candy in full view...........the ******* wouldn't touch a bunch of hair and feathers, how DARE he eat real food!

Markie took over and used the poolcue like a champ. 45 minutes later he had this 130 lb. baby blue at the transom.







It was a great day. It's the first time I've fished in Mexico with a blonde haired Spaniard for a baitboy. He and the captain kept telling us how ****ed up and incorrect the other guy's spanish was.....