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Lured by the prospects of hooking a lingering blue marlin, or a returning
striper, El Mackerel brothers, John and Louis Vallon, decide to spend
Christmas in Cabo. Here is our report of the 5 day trip with 2 days fishing.
Weather conditions: Partly cloudy AM, sunny afternoons. Temperatures
55 morning, 72 afternoon. Water conditions: temperature 76 on pacific
side. Seas, calm AM, moderate afternoon.
We fished the pacific side, both days:

Day 1, 12/24/97
We arrived at San Jose, December 24th at 2:20PM about 20 minutes early
due to strong tail winds. We waited until 3:15, but our friend Jaime Gopar
didn't show, so we took the shuttle to our hotel for about $10 each, a
good deal. After the 30 minute drive, we checked into to the Calinda Beach
Hotel and were told that the extra night was no problem (we were only
able to book 3 nights with the travel agent). About this time, Jaime shows
up and wonders why he missed us at the airport. He was told that we were
not on any of the two Alaska flights!
After securing our room we promptly headed for the pool. By 4:20, Margarita,
our favorite waitress, was serving us the usual Piña Coladas Loso
rockos (on the rocks). Jaime orders a bottle of beer, which came in a
Café Combate Surpremo can, in place of an ice bucket. Louis gives
Jaime the Christmas presents for him and his wife that we brought with
us. Jaime is now probably the only broker at the marina with an Eddie
Bauer shirt.
Jaime tells us that the blue marlin have all but vanished from the area,
but sailfish, stripers and dorado where showing in decent numbers. Jaime
said he had a boat for us on the 26th, called the Gracielita, one of 4
boats owned by an American woman living in Cabo.
We decide to head to town for food and water supplies and dinner. Jamie
drops us off at the Super Plaza Aramburo (super market) located in the
middle of town. Before leaving, he agrees to pick us up at our hotel and
drive us to the marina on Thursday morning to go fishing.
The super market was pretty much cleaned out due to the holidays. No
fresh bread, green onions, or celery for our tuna sandwiches that we make
for our lunches. Plenty of Rum and Piña Colada mix, so all is not
lost.
Finished with shopping, we walk to the Latitude 22, at the north end
of town, for dinner. The sign on the door says they are closed, but will
reopen Christmas day for their famous $14 turkey dinner (served 364 dinners
last year on Christmas day). We decide to go to our alternate, the Cool
Hippos, for Tacos. This is where you can order 4 tacos and a beer for
$5, but the bar tab always ends up over $60 (many shots of Tequila). The
waiter and bartender remembers us from our many previous visits.
We are back to the hotel by 9:00 PM to finish unpacking.
Day 2, Christmas
Christmas day is spent at the pool side. We observe passing boats with
our new binoculars, and listen to the skippers chatter on our hand held
marine radio on channels 70 and 71. Since we don't understand much Spanish,
the radio wasn't much help in gaining any insight as to the fishing results.
In fact, one of our pool side neighbors asked me to turn the volume down.
No problem I said. Later he came back and apologized and we chatted about
fishing in Cabo.
Around 3:00 PM we pack up and head to the marina to check the days fishing
results. The first thing we notice is the fish cleaning area and traditional
"gut pile" is under going some major changes. The area is now
surrounded with a 8 foot high chain link fence, enclosing a new concrete
deck with built in drainage canals, and equipped with about 8 stainless
steel tables for cleaning fish. It isn't completely finished yet, as someone
was working on bolting the tables to the concrete floor. The old wooden
tables were just outside of the fenced off area. I suppose it is a change
for the better. The wooden tables certainly give rise to a lot of breeding
bacteria. In theory, the stainless steel surfaces can be sanitized on
a daily basis, which is good, but it's certainly going to cost more to
have your catch cleaned.
The 'gut pile' had the remnants of 8 dorado, 2 sailfish, and 2 stripers,
all completely picked clean by the pelicans and gulls. We were told that
only about 10 boats went out, so it wasn't too discouraging. We watched
as a local fisherman with his young son picked through the carcasses for
some bait. They were only able to scavenge enough to fill a Styrofoam
coffee cup half full.
Getting a little hungry by this time, we decide to walk the 2 miles to
the Latitude 22+ for that turkey dinner. Surprise. The place is packed
and there is a line to get in. After waiting more than 45 minutes to get
seated at a table, we take the offered spot at the bar. The waitress promptly
comes over to take our order. I look at the plate just brought to the
guy sitting next to me and I respond: "we'll have two orders of what
he is has!" Midway through the cold beer, the plates arrive. These
are not ordinary plates. They measured at least 14" by 8" -
more like a serving plate. Very generous portions of white and dark turkey
meat, dressing, fresh corn, real mashed potatoes and gravy, fresh green
vegetable salad, and cranberry covered the plates, rounded out with a
basket of freshly baked bread. One of the best turkey dinners I've ever
had.
After catching the 7:00 shuttle we get back to our hotel and schedule
a wake up call for 4:30AM. The girl at the front desk said that she will
enter the call into the computer which will automatically dial our room
at the scheduled time. I explained to her that the last time we were here,
the girl entered the wrong room number and we missed our boat and forfeited
our deposit. So I asked her to test it. Guess what? Our phone didn't work.
We had a new phone installed in about 30 minutes. While waiting for the
new phone, Louis readied the fishing tackle and I made the lunches. Best
bet for lunch is to make your own. Tuna sandwiches are the easiest to
make, everything can be bought at the super market: freshly baked bread,
Star-Kist Tuna, mayonnaise (best foods), green onions etc. Use one 12oz
can of tuna per person. Make it up into a Tupperware bowel with a tight
fitting lid and build the sandwiches as you need them. We keep the tuna
in the cooler along with the water jugs.
Day 3, 12/26/97
Jaime picks us up at our hotel at 6:00AM to take us to the marina. After
stopping for some coffee at the donut shop, we arrive at the marina by
6:30AM and find the Gracielita waiting for us. The captain is Victor Hugo
Montaño, and the deck hand is Ciro Gutierrez Gonzalez.
I asked Jaime to tell the captain that I would like to hook my GPS into
the boats 12 volt system. An American male overhearing this, who was obviously
involved with the owners, promptly told me that we can't fool with any
of their electronics. It was too dark anyway (later, Victor helped me
connect it to a deck light that wasn't being used).
We take on 10 caballitos from the bait vendor waiting in the harbor and
head out by 6:45AM. Victor asks what we want to go after and we tell him
billfish off of Punta San Cristobol (this is where the action had been
reported the past couple of days). A quick check of the GPS indicates
we are making about 18 knots.
Just after we passed Cabo Falso heading north, Victor stops the boat
and shuts down the engine for no apparent reason. When asked why, he pointed
to the temperature gauge which was reading about 125 degrees C. After
letting the engine cool down for 10 minutes, we resume our trip up the
pacific side. Lines are out at 7:30AM and tuna sandwiches are served by
7:45AM.
The first action was at 8:26AM, a boat trolling near us at 22º57.14'N/110º05.45'W
fights a small 90-100# striper.
Next, at 9:10AM a dorado hits the starboard outrigger (Hot Pink Head
Knocker). Louis grabs the rod while I throw out a pitch bait and get hooked
the second it hits the water. Ten minutes later my fish is on board and
Louis did an involuntary catch and release about twenty feet from the
boat.
No
less than ten minutes later another dorado strike on the Head Knocker.
This time Louis brings it aboard while I run the video. We continue the
drive north to about 2 miles off of Pozo de Cota (23º00.0'N/110º06.8'W).
At this point Victor turns around heading south west and we have a few
more tuna sandwiches.
At 10:21AM we spot the first billfish, a striper on the surface, and
quickly maneuver the boat to offer the trolled lures, but nothing happens
so we pitch a few baits. He's not interested. We repeat this scenario
on not less than 4 more spotted fins with no luck.
Activity heightens at 12:15 as 2 dorados hit both outriggers at the same
time, we boat a 15# and 35# at this stop and devour more tuna sandwiches.
We resume the troll, but 15 minutes later the engine overheats again.
This time, Victor is going to look into the over heating problem. He climbs
down from the bridge and opens the engine compartment cover and proceeds
to remove and inspect the raw water pump.
Meanwhile, Louis looks over the side and suddenly yells, "dorado".
I could hardly believe this, but here, dead in the water, there are 5
or 6 dorado schooling under the boat. Two pitch baits and two dorado on
board. Both over 25#.
Victor has no clue as to why the engine is overheating, "the raw
water pump is working fine" he says. We resume the troll at 1:30PM.
15
minutes into the troll, while I'm back at the stern realigning the lures,
the port rod bends over, position is 22º 56.23'N/110º05.4'W.
No one hears the alarm, and for a second, I wonder if it's all a dream:
it's my rod, my reel, and my turn! I grab the rod, set the hook, and the
striper starts his dance. Something is wrong with the drag on the 30SW,
as this fish pulls off some 250 yards before I can make any adjustments.
Victor laughs at the sight. Twenty minutes later the fish is along side.
Ciro asks what we want to do with the fish. I tell him we take a quick
picture and then release it, but to drag him for a several minutes to
revive him. Ciro says the fish is OK because his tail is still waging.
I tell him that the fish is exhausted and needs to have water forced over
his gills to get re-oxygenated. I motion to Victor to put it in gear and
move forward. After several minutes, the fish regains its colors and I
tell Ciro it's OK to release the fish now.
At 2:20 we decide to call it a day and begin the trip back. Ciro fillets
the days catch of dorado while en route to the marina. Just as we get
to Cabo Falso, the engine over heats again, so it's stop and find something
to do. We are about 300 yards from the beach and a great time to try for
some roosterfish. Victor calls the office on the marine radio for instructions...they
will send a boat to tow us in. While waiting, Victor fires up the engine
long enough to move us from the dangerous surf out to a safer distance.
We repeat this until 4:30. Now the engine has cooled enough to continue
on to the marina. We made it to about the Arch, but hit a huge wave that
launched the boat, causing the raw water pickup to suck air. Dead in the
water again.
The other boat from the fleet that was dispatched to tow us in was there
to tow us in the last ½ mile to the marina. As we approach the
dock, Louis and I ready our things to disembark. We discuss the amount
of tip for the crew. Louis and I agree that $40 would be appropriate,
based on the fact that they new the raw water pump was bad from the day
before, and we lost several hours of fishing, not to mention the time
we sat waiting for a tow boat. I hand Victor 280 peso's and he asks "is
this for both of us?" I fork over another 200 peso's thinking that
we were misinformed about the typical amount of tip. Is it 10% for the
boat? Or 10% for each of the crew. It's 10% for the boat. I'm still sore
about this. Next time we will clear this up before leaving the dock in
the morning.
Day 4, 12/27/97
The
morning starts out similar to yesterday, with Jaime picking us up at our
hotel. We arrive at the marina at 6:00AM for a scheduled trip on the Edith
I. We haven't fished this particular boat before but have gone out on
the Edith III which fished very well. The captain is Jesus Romaro and
the mate is Gregorio Miranda. This time when I asked to connect my GPS,
Jesus new exactly what to do, and without any hesitance connected my cable
into the boats 12 volt system. This sure saves on throwaway batteries.
This time, something new. We took on live bait while still at the dock!
The bait vendor just walks along the dock filling everyone's bait tanks.
I've never seen this before, or have just never noticed. This saves a
lot of time. So we are off at 6:20AM. We tell Jesus that we want to fish
the same area that we did yesterday with the hopes of baiting more stripers.
This boat cruises at 16 knots according to my GPS. The sunrise this morning
was beautiful.
No
two consecutive trips are alike I guess, with these two being no exceptions.
Unlike yesterday, only two events occurred by 1:00PM. At 8:00AM we miss
a dorado strike just south of San Cristobol point, but 20 minutes later
Louis hooks, boats and releases an 80#-90# sailfish that hit the Headknocker.
We never new what it was until the fish was brought alongside - it never
jumped, and put up no battle.
Then came the prize event: we are trolling as usual, about a mile off
San Cristobol point, with one of the Gaviota boats about 100 yards off
our starboard beam, both of us heading in a westerly direction. It's also
quite windy now with 2-3 foot wind chop from the west and 4 to 5 foot
rollers from the north. All of a sudden the VHF radio goes wild with chatter
- seconds later Jesus yells to hurry and wind in the lines. The Gaviota
boat is at full throttle, literally leaping out of the water as it heads
west. Jesus explains that someone located some debris about 4 miles further
west with a huge school of dorado under it, and we are on our way at full
speed. Jesus occasionally throttles back to prevent launching the boat,
for a moment I think I'm in an offshore power boat race. Things are getting
banged up, my video camera jumps 3 feet off the cushion, lands on the
deck and breaks into pieces.
After about 15 minutes we arrive to find about 5 to 6 boats circled around
a huge piece of drift wood that was shaped like a wish bone (GPS read
22 56.74N/110 09.28W). The opening was facing upstream and had 3 large
sea turtles going for a free ride on it. There was a lot of bait swimming
all around the drift wood - they had a dark purple color and I have no
idea what they were. Every one on the other boats were hooked up. During
the frantic ride out we had prepared live bait rods, and wasted no time
getting the lines out. Within seconds of the bait hitting the water the
bait was picked up by a dorado. Louis and Jesus got tangled with two fish
on. I was working on my first run which resulted in a 40#er going into
the fish box. Louis lands his, another nice 40#er.
There was really no reason to cast the bait, just dropping it over the
side was equally productive, in fact it was more fun, since you could
watch the dorado suddenly appear and take the bait.
This
was nonstop action for at least 30 minutes when we ran out of bait. We
had 8 baits to start with, lost two and landed a total of 6 with the remaining.
One of my losses was bizarre to say the least. The big bull peeled off
about 50 yards of line and was jumping like mad, when all of a sudden
the line broke, snapping back and almost hitting me in the face. I grabbed
another rod and cast the last bait, which resulted in another 30+#er going
into the fish box, but not before Jesus said that both of us had hooked
the fish! The fish actually had two lines coming out of its mouth, but
the second line didn't lead to Louis's rod, it was dead ended about 3
yards from the leader. This was the same fish I had broke off just seconds
earlier! We even compared the two ends of the broken lines and they matched
perfectly.
Out of bait and enough fillets, we decide to call it a day and head in.
Not a bad stop: 1 30#, 2 40# and 3 15-20#ers.
One note about the Edith I. Both Louis and myself agreed that this boat
doesn't fish well and we probably won't use it again unless they add more
rod holders. There were only two rod holders in each of the two corners
of the transom. At each corner the holders were separated by about 3 inches
from each other with the outboard holder for the outrigger and the inboard
holder for the flat line. There was a line of rocket launchers up and
behind the two crew chairs for unused rods, but it was very difficult
to put a rod in or remove one because the tarp was in the way.
It is very important to reel in all lines when there is a hookup and
move the rods out of the way of the lucky dog fighting the fish, and then
get a pitch bait out. This is not possible with this setup. There is no
place to put the rods, other than to lay them on the deck. Then you have
to wrestle the bait rod out of the rocket launcher. A second thing that
I disliked was the safety lines for the outrigger poles did not have any
snaps. They tied the safety line to the reel by tying a knot in it. You
can't set the hook with the safety line attached and trying to untie a
knot when you are really excited can be very difficult.
Since I'm well known as a complainer, my last gripe is the railing on
the transom. Both Louis and I prefer to fish standing up. The low height
of the railing results in very colorful black and blue spots on the groin
of both legs!
We arrive back at the marina at 3:15PM and as usual, Jaime greets us
and helps carry our things to his car and take us back to the Calinda
Beach Hotel. When we arrive at the hotel, Louis takes the cooler of fillets
down to the freezer to add to yesterdays catch. He comes back reporting
that the freezer isn't working and yesterdays catch is spoiled. On our
previous trip, we noticed that it took a long time to get the fish frozen,
and that there was a very bad smell inside. Now, this thing has so many
leaks from being rusted out, it is useless. This will be our last trip
to this hotel until they replace the freezer.
Last updated 03/26/2005
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