I mentioned something about tuna and sushi earlier in the thread, this stuff was outstanding..
Every night it was something different for appetizers, Brent the cook was a goofy surfer dude, that didn't really surf..pro telemark skiier taking a winter off to be warm, and doing a good job of feeding us and the boats crew.
Next day was back to it on *the banks* rough water in the morning but there were bonita shcools everywhere and they were snappy, robbo and I ripped shredded and tore up the baitfish with light tackle, keeping a constant supply of fresh bonita from 2 to 4 lbs on the hooks behind the boat and the sailfish were biting!
We landed 4 that morning with Robbo getting a crack at a big blue marlin, I took some long distance shots with Robs camera that are probably just splashes on the horizon...it hit one of the big penn international reels so we were able to relax a bit, after about 40 minutes I gave Rob a break on the crank and Alberto managed to get his hands on the leader, but the 250 to 300 lb blue wasn't quite ready....he burned me out with my effort and I handed the rod back to Rob for the coupe de grace. Beautiful fish.
We also beat up on the dorado pretty badly that day, I manage to cork the rest of the gang when Bartolo announced "
Dorado!! "...a quick cast right on target behind the boat and WHAM!!! the thing smashed the popper but doesn't hook up....I can see the fouled hooks so I rip it in and Barto grabs and clears the plug, I open the bail and tell him ..."throw it!...just throw it!!" he tosses it right in front of the fish and GULP it's on like donkey kong.
The dorado were crazy for the next hour or so....Robbo scored one and the other guys had chances but casting skills and good action on the plugs matter so a couple managed to escape our wrath

I give them a few minutes to calm down and rummage through "the bag" for something cool to tie on my salmon rod, I've got 40 lb PP on a curado 300 and Bill Herzog had sent a couple of bass spinner baits down to try, I twist one up straight to my mainline and tune the reel for casting....my first genuine cast and two dorado chase in and one crushes the red and white spinnerbait right at the boat then hauls ass leaving a good scorchin' on my thumb, robbo tosses one of Buzz's swimbaits right on the nose of fish #2 and we're double up!
A day that just left the arms feeling shot.
we weren't alone out there...saw about a half dozen of these guys, I 'spect you don't want to mess with them

It is a land of contrasts too, there is money down there but those that have it seem to have it all, those that don't live a different life than I can imagine.
The luxury yatch in the back could probably feed these guys whole village for ten years

Every night was a cool sunset, with the sun dropping straight down...none of this angling accross the horizon with a long twilight, it's light....and then it's dark in about 15 minutes.
Home sweet home.
Last day Robbo and I went with Captain Frank to just look at inshore stuff and try for some AJ's (amberjacks) and roosters or any reef fish.
Robbo supplied Frank with a big AJ for an amberjack rib dinner and we just basically cast until our arms were ready to fall off, with lots of spectacular scenery, fish and birds always in view.
With a couple of hours left to an evening departure I decided it was time to go ashore, figured that I needed to feel like Robinson Carusoe for a minute, the little boats couldn't run ashore so I swam the last hundred yards or so and staggered onto the beach, was immediately howled at by a howler monkey and was amazed by the size of the lizard tracks (iguana?)..I climbed a vine like tarzan and hung out in a tree for a bit, inspected a sea turtles nest where she had layed her eggs on the last tide....tried to beat open a coconut but failed and then it was time to head back to the boat, swam out and we loaded up for the 4 to 5 hour ride back in where we spent the night and got off of the boat in the morning, wrapped up the trip in panama city which is more fun than it may sound, neat city!....thanks for the travel tips Dave Vedder

I will be back next year, it's even better than I make it sound.
stam