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by John
Vallon - El mackerele
Finally I have time to do the story behind
the pictures below, now that I'm in my seat, 12C, en-route to Madeira.
I'll be meeting with Lance, who left this morning from Los Angeles, in
New Jersey to continue our flight to Lisbon, Portugal. From there, it's
a 2-hour flight to Funchal, Madeira.
Well, this trip was not all fishing. On Lances'
last trip to Cabo a few weeks ago, he managed to break a few things on
the boat. For example, one of the saddle bag fuel tanks decided to break
loose, the manifold controlling the tuna tubes and main bait well snapped
apart, the main AC pump that feeds the manifold died, and two bilge pumps
decided to take a hike. Nothing that couldn't be fixed in one day says
Lance.
7/28/99
The flight down on
Alaska was uneventful for a welcome change. I have to tell you about the
red light and green light in the customs area of San Jose Del Cabo airport.
It used to be that you simply "push the button", and the resulting
light determines your fate: Pass (green), Fail (red). I edge my way up
with my two coolers, and carry on bag watching the folks in front, getting
steady green lights. I'm thinking, this isn't going to last for me. The
family just in front of me let their youngest "push the button",
and low and behold "red". Off they went to open their luggage
for inspection. Better them than me I thought. I "push the button".
Sure enough, I get the green. I quickly move past the inspection station,
only to be stopped by this lady with a big badge and identification placard.
She asks me "what's in the coolers"?"Fishing tackle",
I reply. "You will have to open them for inspection". "No,
I got the green light", I pleaded. Well, the fact is the green light
means nada. She thoroughly checked each cooler. While poking around she
found my bag of granola, which she promptly seized. It seems that this
is considered "produce" and is forbidden. She probably ate it
for lunch later!
The boat repairs took more than one day. I wasn't much
help either. I showed up early each morning, out of courtesy I guess.
Lance usually dispatched me back to my hotel and pool, unless he had
an errand for me to run.
7/30/99
With the repairs finished, we finally were able to get
out and do some catching. After getting bait we made our way to the
Gordo Banks to look for some Blues. We weren't disappointed either.
We arrived before the usual Cabo boats and easily made bait from a school
of bonitos. Having the bait rods all set up with feathers for making
bait can save much time when these schoolers show up at dawn. In no
time, we had 4 bonitos in the tuna tubes.
Lance set out two 80-wides with the live 12-lb bonitos
attached. We were trolling at 2-3 knots over the ledge of the outer
high spot. I guess it was only about 15 minutes before we got bit. I
already had my standup harness on so it didn't take long to get the
fish firmly hooked up. Lance quickly brought in the other rod and put
the bonito back in the tuna tube while I continued with the hooked fish.
The
fish finally started to jump, and we saw that it was indeed, a nice
blue marlin. With 40-lbs of drag, you can tire out a medium sized fish
in 15 minutes or so. Lance backed down to recover the line the blue
peeled off during the initial run. The fish was now right underneath
the swim platform. A few more short runs and the fish tired out. Lance
leadered the fish and was successful at retrieving the hook. It was
a nice blue, around 260 lbs, Lance said later. We revived the fish for
a few minutes and released it unharmed.
Not a bad start for the morning I thought. I pondered
whether my lucky streak would end or keep going. We still had plenty
of blue marlin candy left in the tuna tubes, and the fleet boats still
hadn't showed up yet. My luck would continue we found out shortly. I
was enjoying the sunrise when we got bit again on the port 80-wide again.
Lance and I were getting some good practice in for our trip to Madeira
next week. In 45 minutes, we had again released another nice 250+ blue
marlin.
We continued with trolling the live bonitos for a couple
of more hours, but the arrival of the fleet boats and the changing of
the tides, slowed things down to nothing more than a boat ride. What
a morning. We were back at the slip before noon, with two blue marlin
and Tag/Release pennants flying high on the outriggers.
7/31/99
Today, we decided to sleep in and leave the marina after
the fleet boats. It's not always necessary to be the first one out.
We had a little trouble getting bait because of the late start, most
of the bait vendors had gone home or were out of bait. We finally gave
up and headed out to the 95 spot to look for some yellowfin tuna that
had been reportedly been there yesterday afternoon.
Lance wanted to try out his specially made spreader bar.
It's supposed to mimic a small school of squid. The trailing squid is
the only one that has a hook in it, and it is purposely designed to
look like it is injured. It didn't take long to get bit on this contraption.
Below, a yellowfin hit our spreader bar but we didn't
know it was foul hooked. Tiagra TI-50W LRS with 500 yards of spectra,
100 yards of mono top-shot, mounted on a 6-ft hybrid custom straight
butt rod. 30 minutes into the fight, a shark attacked the yellowfin,
pulling off another 100 yards of line. When we finally got the yellowfin
aboard, it was missing it's tail and had very visible teeth marks in
it. The spreader bar seemed to work nicely and we were looking forward
to seeing how well it would work in Madeira.
Tight lines
Last fooled with on 03/26/05
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