Got one! (and paid for it)

Trip Start Jan 14, 2014
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Trip End Mar 16, 2014


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Monday, February 10, 2014

   I was getting frustrated with surf casting. I was never able to get my rig past the breakers. No matter how much lead I put on, the waves would wash it in. There are always about a hundred boats sitting out off shore anchored, spilling fishy water out of their hulls. If I could just get out to one of those boats.... My gracious host let me borrow his son's surfboard. I planned to pack a backpack with my tackle and supplies and paddle out to pull up on a boat. So I set off just after sunrise.
   Thankfully, I was able to catch a ride out on one of the small boats taking fishermen to their big boat. It wasn't pretty. We, about ten guys, got tossed in the surf and then the engine wouldn't start. We all got off. They fixed the engine. We all got back on. And I made it. I had this huge boat to myself. I rigged up some hooks and lead and baited them with cut sardine. The sea was rough and it was hard to keep my balance on this huge boat. It was the first time I have ever been sea sick, but I was determined to catch fish. The smell of the sardines and all the fish waste on the boat was just killing me, but I caught two fish on the small rod with the small hooks, a catfish and a calico sea bass-looking fish. I was stoked.
   I could tell it was getting close to lunch time, so it was time to pack up. I waited for a small boat to pick me up. I waived my surfboard, but no one was coming. After another hour of waiting and sea sickness, I decided I better just paddle in on the board. I packed the backpack as high as I could with the rods strapped across the top and cast off. I had two problems - I was on one of the farthest boats from shore and the rods were blocking my left arm from paddling. I made it about a third of the way with one arm and my legs (it was a short surf board), when, finally, a small boat entered my vicinity. A very kind young man grabbed my board and plucked me out by the backpack. I was relieved, but tired and still about to puke. They set me on shore where I sat down and puked again. Then I had to move because they wanted to pull their boat in. I walked down the beach still shakey and sat down to rest. Annie came to check on me. I was so happy to see her. We walked home. I was happy to be on land and alive, and to have caught some fish.
   A final word of caution - there are some shops here selling locally made preserves. The mango jam should be mango colored (yellow/orange). If the mango jam is brown, it has gone bad, and returns are not accepted in any form or fashion. Not even exchanges. They will tell you to take it back to the supplier, whoever that is. But the good mango jam is really good.
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