Big Game fishing in the Gulf of Mexico for Smoker Kings!

Location:   North Padre Island, Texas

During late April, King Mackerel make their initial appearance of the year along Texas and Louisiana's Gulf coast.  Come summertime, they are in sometimes in great numbers ready to crash a variety of baits and lures you present to them.

Below: Currents from warm Caribbean waters feed into the Gulf bringing in many species through the summer includind the King Mackerel.

Kayak Fishing for Kings and other Gamefish !

The sport of Kayak fishing has heavily grown quite heavily over the past few years. More and more anglers are taking advantage of getting out on the water without having to dish out the high expenses for fuel. Anglers from the kayak are more able to sneak up on cautious fish as well. For this quick look into the world of Kayak Kingfish, we venture to the coastal waters off South Texas.  Here, the calming of summer brings clear water, and multitudes of bait to various inshore locations. King Mackerel have been caught here as close as the shallows of the beach itself. However, one of the more productive methods to find these fish is to hop in the yak and journey out a mile or two chasing flocks of feeding birds over bait, which is getting blasted underneath by predators.

Below:  Bird action is great sign of possible feeding Kings ...

Upon arriving at a location filled with activity, it is well worth it to throw out a Top-Water lure. These topwaters drive Mackerel and other larger fish crazy, just be sure to use a small trace of wire to help with the vicious teeth. Also, don't be surprised if these silver missles blow out of the water breaching at high altitudes putting on a magnificent aerial show.

Below:  This fish fell prey to a large top-water lure...

King Mackerel are natural predators at times reaching sizes similar to your average quality Wahoo or larger. They can often be found in schooling on on structure, or anywhere bait may be stacked up. When the feeding frenzies are on, the action can be heart pounding.

Below:  This smaller King beat out a much larger one at getting to this topwater...

Duing these mass feeding frenzies, you always have the chance at one of several different predators, and you may not know which until the fish actually hits. Often, you can throw into a mix of bait like so and as soon as your lure hits the water, it gets demolished. Jacks will often show up around Kings and are excellent pack hunters which can desimate a bait population very quickly. When encountering a school of Jacks, try casting on the outer edge of the activity to increase your chances at a roaming King.

Below:  A hungry King will usually investigate if not destroy a topwater if presented properly

Ribbonfish rigged with 2 or 3 hooks are a favorite amongst many Kingfish anglers. Ribbons can be drifted slowly in the current or trolled at a slow speed. Along with Ribbonfish, live baits such as hardtails and large menhaden can prove irresistible. While all of these methods produce, perhaps the most adrenaline pumped action you will get is when you see a King crash a large topwater lure such as a tuna popper.

Below:  This massive King Mackerel falls prey to a top-water.

While you do not need any electronics on board of the kayak, at times it does help to have a fishfinder to detect bait down deep. If you track the activity more than likely they will rise up to the surface where the next possible frenzy may happen. Kings are fast fish, and move fast. They can cover a large area pretty quick so it is important to keep a keen eye out for the next possible spot.

Below:  A true smoker King inhales a Tuna Popper

King Mackerel are commonly utilized as table fare. IF you plan to harvest these Mackerel, be sure to tire them out before handling them or sticking them with the gaff. These Kings have some of the most impressive teeth designed solely of cutting away at a food source. Safety is always an issue on the water and an accident offshore in the kayak could end very badly. It is best to just take your time with your tackle, and more importantly your fish.

While having a reputation for containing high levels of Mercury, Kingfish are often at times released. Kings in which you are planning to release require extra care when handling and a quick release to ensure the best survivability. Good practice is to leave the fish in the water if you are able to remove the hook, otherwise carefully remove the fish from the water and get the hook out safely and quickly.

Below:  On light tackle, prolonged fights my result in drawing attention to even larger predators.

King Mackerel are known for having a very high metabolism. This essentially means that like Tuna, they need to continually eat to replenish their energy that they expend fairly quickly. It is not uncommon to have schools of these fish blow up and destroy acres of bait during the middle of the day with sun directly overhead to score a free meal.

Below: The business end and chompers of a Monster King Mackerel.

Kings are great sport on all tackle, but on light tackle can be a thrill like no other. These fish are well known for making blistering runs right off the bat and can empty small spinning reels in no time. In the kayak, sometimes it helps to paddle or kayak with the fish if possible to prevent a loss of line. If you lose sight of the schooling fish, wait. Summertime feedings may last all day, from sunrise to sunset. The bite will be sporadic but nonetheless keeping an eye on everything and waiting for the next bit of surface activity can prove to bring you your quality fish of the trip.

Below:  This massive King is gaffed and harvested and to be put on ice as soon as possible.

Another great secret to fishing for Kings if you can't find them off the beach, is to hit the nearest structure whether it be an offshore oil rig or jetties or whatever. Kings will stack up and hunt around the rigs and will also pick off bait that is coming out of a channel and emptying into the gulf.

Below:  A larger King Mackerel falls prey to a Ribbonfish drifted in a channel.

Kayak fishing can be a blast any way you look at it. If you cover ever safety aspect properly, chances are you will have a good trip. And if you find the fish and convert it into a productive outting, then it is all worth it.

Have fun, be safe, and go on for the ride of your life!

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The Waterman's Journal is always on the look out for the anglers and adventurers alike that provide us with stories and pictures that consistently keep you in awe. Thanks to the FlyCastaway crew, we are able to explore some of the great inshore predators found around the world's shallows. Even after landing, the desolation is quite present in these exotic locations. The FlyCastaway boys are chartered off by boat to some of the most epic and virgin waters. It is in these precise locations that their dreams come true and their fly fishing battles become a reality. We are thankful to have them display to us some of the great marine life in their fullest natural beauty.

Seychelles

Nearly a thousand miles east of Africa, deep in the Indian Ocean lies one of the ocean's greatest gifts for shallow water fishermen. It is the Island Nation known simply as the Seychelles . The shallow waters and flats around these atolls are truly a haven for a grand variety of species, both ferocious and beautiful. Ultra Clear waters provide superior and unlimited potential on the flats. The abundance of predators on isolated islands like the Seychelles is what shallow water fishing is all about...

Below: Hooked up on a screaming Trevally

Below:  Trevally will provide a fight that pound for pound rivals anything you will ever encounter on the fly rod.

The Seychelles hold a great variety of predators. While Monster Giant Trevally like such are often present, it is highly likely that you will encounter the thrills associated with being hooked up on a big Trophy Bone , a Thundering Permit , or an Exotic Trigger. Also, Milkfish which are the giant cousin of the Bonefish, roam the flats and are one of the more elusive species to take a fly. Fortunately the crew of FlyCastaway have it down to a science.

Below: Bring your Tackle, Maintain your Tackle, and bring even more Tackle for a Back-up!

Many large predatory species are present at a single time on these shallow flats and reefs. Permit , the Grander Relative of the Pompano, is a superb fighter found only in tropical waters and will often be thrown in the mix while seeking a Milkfish or Trevally. But these boys are strictly focused on one thing, hammering down on a Trevally on a fly. This may be perhaps one of the best shallow water fights you can possibly ask for. They will test your tackle to the fullest, and more importantly test your patience and commitment to even get one of these beasts to suck down a fly.

Below: A Photo of a lifetime on the flats of the Seychelle Islands ...

The Seychelles are an incredible place for anlgers of all types and interest. There are inshore species here to suit your every needs. The hardest part simply is just getting there. However, if you are willing to make the epic journey to this Indian Ocean oasis, you may likely be rewarded with the most awesome catches imaginable. Whether you are seeking crunching Parrotfish or the almighty Trevally species, the Seychelles is a place to certainly keep in mind and if you have the opportunity, do not pass it up!

Below: Hard work pays off and the rare catches of a Trevally on a fly is an impressive accomplishment

Join us for our next look at some of the Worlds Inshore Monsters as the FlyCastaway crew  leads us to Angola...

Angola

In South-Central Africa where the Atlantic Ocean meets the coast reside the Republic of Angola . The coastal habitat present allows for a great variety of Pelagic and non-Pelagic fish along its great coast. Large beautiful Dorado and vicious Silver King Tarpon can easily be caught in the same day. Overall these waters contain a fantastic fishery, despite mass commercial fishing both foreign and domestic. The inshore fishery here is like no other and remains on the top secret locations in the world for Tarpon.

Thus the FlyCastaway crew travels to Angola to claim their focus on GIANT TARPON .

Below: Hooking up on an inshore Silver King aka Tarpon .

Many people fish the coast of Africa for their chance at some monster Blue Marlin. Aside from the great Pelagic fishery consisting of Dorado and other vicious predators, the inshore waters off Angola provide another treat for thrill seeking fishermen. It may be one of the worlds best kept secrets but truth is Angola has a superb Tarpon fishery.  Tarpon are often found crusing the southern Atlantic and make their way along the nearby coast. With great weather conditions, it provides a fantastic opportunity at targeting these silver kings on the fly. It is here that the Flycastaway crew explores and combats in a new battle.

Below: Tarpon are undisputed warriors of the inshore realm and will put on an aerial show...

Below: A monster Tarpon is hoisted for a quick photo...

Angola is truly unique in it's coastal structure and marine habitat. A great variety of gamefish can all be found off the coast and the dreams of the angler can be reality if an individual takes a long journey to this pristine fishing location.

Below: A Tarpon fell prey to a fly on a sandy beach in Angola ...

The FlyCastaway guys are highly regarded at some of the best at what they do. It is a great honor to have them share their adventures with the Waterman's Journal bring to life some the inshore monsters that hardcore anglers could only dream of. You may visit the crew at Flycastaway.com for more info on these exotic locations and/or contact them for a possible trip.

Below: Perseverance pays off and another Trophy Tarpon is landed and released.

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Mayhem down in Puerto Vallarta - Part 2 - Offshore

After coming off a hellaciously awesome inshore adventure with Capt. Lora , we deviate focus to the deep blue Pacific waters off Puerto Vallarta . Thanks to Capt. Herk and Sue , they were happy to offer their services and take us out on the 'Frantic Pace ' for some Tuna action. Come pre-sunrise, the boat was at the dock to collect the crew and begin the voyage. We traveled out several miles and finally came across a small island rising barely out of the Pacific. Historically, their have been some of the largest Yellowfin Tuna ever caught on rod and reel taken from these waters. We started off trying for live bait but things were slow.

Below: Uprising like such can be a goldmine for various Pelagics ...

We duked it out for a while and our bait attempts were not as successful as initially hoped, thus we decided to move futher offshore. Even trolling was on the rather slow side but JT and Herk had a back-up plan. We traveled a couple more hours and wound up far offshore. Eventually we see the small island chaing of Cleofas and Maria in the distance. Maybe, just maybe we will find the fish.

Below: Feeding Dolphin are a good sign of present Tuna

We get into a pod of Dolphin and begin to get baits out. Fish are blowing up around us and Tuna go airborne. It is a good sign but we have not hooked into anything just yet. The Spinner Dolphins and Tuna work as a team and coral bait to feed iwithin the chaos. If you time things just right before the bait completely disappears, then you have a good chance and nailing some quality Tuna.

Below: Josh gets ready for some PV Tuna Action ... (photo by Mark Dupp )

It is not long and we start to get into the fish. Pelagic Pro Team's David Trafton hooks up first. Without a doubt its a Tuna ... Game on!  Everyone's excitement level is on the rise and Capt. Herk does his job staying on the fish while Dave quickly gets his Tuna in. The Yellowfin, while not a giant, is a decent fish and giving Dave a quick solid fight.

Below: Trafton hooked up on the first Yellowfin Tuna of the trip...

As Trafton gets the Tuna closer to the boat, Ludovico gets suited up and ready for aquatic entry. Tony hops in and trys to be one within the schooling Tuna that are surrounding the boat. However the water clarity while moderately clear, is not the pristine clarity we would have hope to seen. Nonetheless, Tony is in his element and is having a blast doing what he does best. He is completely focused and on a relentless mission. With due patience and perserverance, things are bound to pay off for both Tony and the crew.

Below: Pelagic Pro Team's Tony Ludovico is about to enter his realm...

Trafton soon gets his Tuna to the boat, while Tony is out 'playing'. Ben and Ron are prepping baits for the next attempt at the Tuna. We get Tony back in the boat and then wait on Trafton put the final touches on his mini battle with the Tuna. The Yellowfin and Dolphing are moving and following the scattering bait source, we need to act fast so not to lose sight of the immediate action...

Below: Dave Trafton is concluding the fight with the first Tuna of the trip... (photo by Mark Dupp )

Below: Ron and David pose with the first Yellowfin Tuna of the day.

We take care of business with the first Tuna while Ben and Herk keep a keen eye on the action and relocate us to the feeding zone. After a few minutes of intermission and repositioning, we are set to get back in the action. Immediately both Ron and Oz get a double hook-up. Things are looking pretttty good for the guys right about now. The seas are laying down, the sun is out, and on top of the incredible conditions, the fish are HERE! Doesn't get much better than that.

Below: Ron and Oz do a twin battle of Yellowfin Tuna ... (photo by Mark Dupp )

It is not long and both Ron and Oz get their fish in relatively quick. With Ben at the gaff and Herk at the Helm, great teamwork is making things flow safe and smooth for the crew. After the next few minutes both Tuna are in the boat and we are all smiles. But we are not about to quit... we are just getting started.

Below: Ben executes a perfect gaff shot on a Yellowfin Tuna ... (photo by Mark Dupp )

Once again, after both fish hit the deck, Herk is on the prowl to keep in proximity of the feeding Tuna . They would disappear then reappear without notice. It is just how the Tuna game works. Tuna are supreme feeding machines. They are hydrodynamic missles with one purpose in life... to eat and get bigger. They are some of the worlds most efficient marine hunters and have to support their high metabolism. Tuna are always on the hunt for food so when the do quickly vanish, it is important to keep a look out for  reappearing surface action.

Below: Capt. Herk at the helm of the 'Frantic Pace '... (photo by Mark Dupp )

We get back on the fish and Berky thinks it would be funny to hook Oz up on another Tuna, this time with a little 'lighter' tackle. Nonetheless, Oz isn't going to turn down a chance at putting a hurting on some Tuna... or vice versa. It is a fun and interesting battle with 20lb mono. After a few minutes and a chance for the guys to clean up the deck, this fish inches closer and closer to the boat. Tony once again hops in the water and gets back to 'work'.

Below: Oz hooked up on another Yellowfin Tuna... (photo by Mark Dupp )

Below: Another Yellowfin Tuna hangs just below the surface... (photo by Mark Dupp )

With Ludovico in the water, he is able to snap several pictures up close of the circling Tuna. Tony is a master at underwater photography and whether you know it not, you have more than likely seen his work before either in print or on film.  Teaming up with Pelagic , they have created the Ocean Conservancy Project which is a vast collection of incredible material that is presented and designed to help educate and promote responsible sportfishing/harvesting along with admiring the raw beauty of these marine creatures in their natural element.

Below: Ludovico captures another incredible underwater image of a Yellowfin Tuna... (Photo by Tony Ludovico )

Below: Tony with a transom shot of a Yellowfin Tuna and the Frantic Pace ... (Photo by Tony Ludovico )

The boat had become a Tuna Slaying machine. Capt. Herk was rewarding his boys with some killer Ahi action. In true fashion, we always give it hell to the very last minute. Grinding it out under the hot PV sun had indeed rewarded us with several nice average quality Yellowfin. While no brutes, we were very happy with the results thus far. There is still more fishing to do so the crew gets back on track for one last attempt. The feeding Tuna have all but evaded us and we were left clueless as to which direction to continue in. The mid-day's heat had pushed the fish down deeper but eyes were peeled for any surface action. Ben was able to spot birds in a far off distance and since it was the only thing we had to go on, we traveled a couple miles hoping that the activity would resume when we arrived. Fortunately the quick travel paid off and Tuna were once again feeding. We get a couple of quick baits out immediately and within seconds Ron hooks up on a solid fish.

Below: Ron gets hooked into the largest Tuna of the trip as Ben watches on...

This is proving to be a larger fish, easily in the triple digits . The Tuna had sucked down a live bait and was not ready to give up without a fight. Ron works it to the grind and battles the fish testing the limits of the tackle at hand. All the while hoping that we would get this fish in. We quetioned the hookset, leader, line, and integrity of the hook itself all praying for things to work out on our side. Once again, the fishing gods had looked down upon its seafaring warriors and granted them one final wish for the PV Tuna trip . Several minutes pass and we finally get color. Without word, Tony is already back in the water doing his thing.

Below: Tony in the water hoping for some last minute underwater shots for the trip... (photo by Mark Dupp )

After a well fought battle, we have the fish subdued at the stern of the boat. This was the one we were looking for. A solid Yellowfin Tuna , and while not going to break any records, it was certainly a brute that we were happy to accept. We get the Tuna door open and slide the fish in. BAMN!  What a quality fish Herk was able to put us on!

Below: Pure goodness as the large Tuna is finally on the deck...

Below: Ron quickly poses with his Beast for the trip, courtesy the Frantic Pace ...

After the high-fives, we begin the process of cleaning up and heading back to the marina. This trip has had a great amount of diversified action both inshore and offshore. The crew together is a well performing team in which went hand and hand with the incredible journey. You couldn't have asked for a better group of guys to get together and take part in the passion they all share. Capt. Herk had come through and guided us to PV's Promised Tuna Lands and was able to put us on a mess of fish. No matter how many Tuna one catches in their lifetime, each additional fish undoutbedly presents a pulse raising experience for the angler. This offshore adventure was just another one in the books for its talented crew from all over North America.

Below: Oz is all smiles from this great PV adventure... (photo by Mark Dupp )

Puerto Vallarta offers a great deal of options for anglers of all interest. Roosterfish run rampart throughout the year and inshore Pargo are a blast of their own. At times PV will hold some of the largest Yellowfin Tuna on the planet, you just have to be there at the right place at the right time and have a little bit of luck backing you. Marlin continue to come in during the summer and most Pelagic species can be caught. Overall this Pacific coast of Mexio is oasis of sorts and will continue to be a top destination for sportfishermen alike.

Below: The 'Frantic Pace ' back at the fuel dock...

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In 2010, the Month of May proved very interesting and rewarding for a star-studded crew of guys to take on the waters off Puerto Vallarta . Their promising efforts would cover both inshore and offshore fishing alike. Joining Ron, Mike, and Oz were fellow Pelagic Pro Team members Capt. David Trafton , Capt Josh Temple , Capt Tony Berkowitz, and world renowned photographer Tony Ludovico . Teamed up with Capt. Herk, Sue, and Ben along with PV's-Los Angeles natives Bogart and tattoo artist extrodinare turned fisherman - Mark , the full-on crew is bound to leave a mushroom cloud of fish slaying destruction in their wake.

With the exception of Berky, the boys all arrived with 24 hours of each other and strategic plans for on the water were being formulated. The very next morning, chaos would reign inshore. A main purpose of this trip, other than to of course put a hurting on some pelagics, was to get Ludovico in the water and let him do his thing.

With a rough itinerary in place, the journey begins.

Below: JT made a quick stop at his familiar fish-slaying vessels to pick up his spearfishing equipment for the day...

After the quick stop at the Maximo , the guys would soon be in their natural element and ready to take on the sea. After short drive north to Punta Mita, the team wound up in Capt. Lora Vasquez's neck of the woods who was more than happy to take us out in the panga in search of schooling Roosterfish . As luck would have it, the boys chose wisely to stay inshore the first day for they were about to have an experience of a lifetime.

Below: Punta Mita's small cove houses several of the local's panga boats.

We arrived out of the clown-car-van Taxi like Rockstars and the locals knew we were here to see Capt Lora . As we slowly get the boat organized and all our gear sorted, we take a second to take in the down-to-earth surrounds in this small Mexican village. Things seem so native and primitive in these area's versus where several of us come from off the coast of Florida, Texas, and California.

Below: Mark playfully interacts with a couple of the local kids hanging out...

Things are all set and we are ready to begin our aquatic adventure for the day. This part of Mexico is very peaceful and full of friendly residents - who like us, make their living on the sea. Anxious, we break the small jetties and begin towards the unknown with optimistic hopes.

Below: A mini gateway to the Pacific courtesy Punta Mita

The inital plan was to find and gather some bait. Lora took us nearby in hopes of attaining some Sardines in the surf. As we drove around for several minutes, things began to look grim. However, Lora is know to pull a rabit out of his hat in the most unlikely of times... would this be one? We continue on with a wide eye open.

Below: Capt. Lora in his natural element...

Below: JT and Ludovico on the bow of the boat ready for the bait hunt...

We would travel up and down the surf zone and while there were pelicans feeding heavily, the bait was not concentrated enough to allow us to obtain any to store in the livewell. One thing you have to realize with this crew is the persistence and dedication that can be observed out of every individual on the boat.

Below: JT being patient with a keen eye out for any sort of bait to make it's presence known.

Below: Back-up plan revolves around an artillery of Spearguns ...

We put a pause on the bait mission and Lora decides to run north in search of activity. The scenery and geology of the landscape couldn't be more different than that of the Atlantic or Gulf Coast of the United States. With that being said, it also possesses and incredible beauty that most people will never see in their lifetime or know exists. The tall rocky ledges that fall into the sea are interestly enough full of vegetation and various plant life. There is much more wildlife that inhabit this part of the coastline than many people realize.

Below: The scenery along this edge of the Pacific shows it's raw beauty.

Time for observing the surroundings on land is cut short as we arrive in 'fishy' waters in search of various activity. Lora has a good feeling and continues a thorough sweep of the area. We then spot a healthy supply of birds crashing the surfzone down the beach... looks promising.

Below: Capt. Lora keeps full alert while guiding the crew to the fish.

At last, after nearly and hour of just getting on the boat, we have reached our promised waters...  Pelican's and various birds are crashing large schools of Sardines . As we drift closer to the breaks, our hopes are realized and there is action.  Shadows blast underneath the boat... could it be... could it be???  YES! The Roosterfish are here! And in impressive numbers. Lora puts us on the jackpot, now it's up to us to do the rest.

Below: JT gets hooked up on a Roosterfish via topwater lure...

Here come the Roosters ... hungry and hunting down baitfish on the sandbars and in the waves. We can see them clear as day. Water was a decent visibility with all things considering, which allowed us to see the school crashing bait all around the boat. Throwing topwater lures and reeling them in at light-speed was the ticket. Not only would the lures draw a Rooster, but it would draw several at a time following the lure with their cock-like comb dorsals protruding the surface of the water.

Below: A Roosterfish crashes a topwater lure near the boat...

Below: The fish is subdued and released.

With all the action, the visual sights for the next couple hours that would etch in our internal memory would be worth the entire trip alone. Roosterfish in a feeding frenzy is a very impressive sight, especially when their attention is drawn to every lure tossed. Many people wouldn't think of these fish as being agile, however to see them to chase a topwater to the boat and then turn on a dime to pursue another is nothing short of spectacular.

Below: Another Rooster breaks the surface in pursuit of a topwater plug... (photo courtesy David Trafton )

Below: Mike is hooked up on his first Rooster of the trip...

While Mike has landed some donkey Roosters in his day, the fun factor is simply off the chart. Everyone is all smiles. Roosterfish are quite similar to members of the Jack family. While they are their own unique solo family of fish, they possess the hunting characteristics of those similar to the Jack Crevalles and Trevally. They are ambush predators and use force in numbers to destroy various pods of bait.

Below: No matter the size, any Roosterfish will test the limits of your tackle...

Below: Oz poses with a Roosterfish that fell prey to a topwater

Below: Mike takes his turn to quickly pose with a Roosterfish ...

By now, we are getting into them pretty thick. And what is even more satisfying is that everyone is getting into the action. While about half the boat has had previous experience with these dominating inshore predators, the rest have never had the chance to land one. On this day, all Rooster virgins would mark off yet another species on their particular angling list. But the action is far from over, we are having a blast and are not going to stop just yet.

Below: Capt Lora release yet another Roosterfish.

Trafton and JT would get back on the bow and with your true fishermen's motto 'just one more' they would continue the last remaining assult with the topwaters. The fish would continue to chase the lures but were starting to understand that they were blatantly being fooled. Now they would follow and tease the angler even more than the angler would tease the fish. Nonetheless, the boys continued until Lora announced a quick bait mission.

Below: Pelagic Pro Team members David Trafton and Josh Temple focused in a one track minded world...

We nailed them on topwaters, why not live bait?  Perhaps the brutes that we saw cruising would indeed fall for a fresh Sardine . However, the trick was getting the bait. They were schooled right up on the beach and with the swells curling on the sandbar proved to be quite dangerous to castnet from the boat. So what is the solution you ask?  Josh being the relentless adventurer would nominate himself to hop out of the boat and work his way to the beach for the betterment of crew's future fishing possibilities. Like a trooper, JT hops out and risk life and limb in the name of bait.

Below: JT on a bait mission for the elusive Sardine

All it took was one throw with the net and bingo... the remaining day's bait supply. The boat is golden now. The guys quickly transfer the bait to the livewell and we are set for another onslaught of Roosterfish . JT comes through again! You da man!

Below: Sardines are plentiful, and Roosterfish love Sardines

Getting back in the action, we take a few minutes to find the school of Roosterfish that decided to separate and spread out a bit. Nonetheless, it wasn't long until we were back into the action. With Ludovico out of the water, he takes his turn in hammering a Rooster of his own. While the normal scene would call of a camera, Tony dawns a rod and reel... something that is experienced and seen far less than a Bigfoot or Yeti in the wild.

Below: You know its an action packed day if Ludovico is at the buisness end of a rod and reel!

Below: Another beautiful Roosterfish makes its way to the boat.

Below: Trafton showing off a Rooster after an epic battle that JT fought...

There was one last person on the boat to land their Roosterfish for the day. Trafton , while trying to steal a pose with Josh's fish, would get his chance yet once again. After missing a couple fish, he was due. In short, Dave threw out and hooked a Skipjack. Roosters love Sardines, but a Skipjack is also on the menu and one manages to nail the Skippy and get hooked. "Here you go Dave, have fun" as JT chuckles. Trafton is in an epic battle of his own. Although the odds are against him, stranger things have happened within this talented group of gentlemen.

Below: Trafton battles the last Rooster of the day...

After a great deal of patience and smart angling, David gets his Rooster! It is an incredible feeling as everyone on the boat manages to land and release a fish of their own. Many people travel the world in search of Roosterfish . While not the rarest of species that inhabit the oceans, at times they are often not there when you are pursuing them. However, this day would be different. This day the fishing gods would look down at a fine group of fishing misfits and reward them with an inshore adventure not soon to be forgotten.

Below: Trafton poses with a beautiful Roosterfish

Below: Grin from ear to ear as Trafton finally gets his fish...

The inshore adventure of a lifetime concludes as we make our way back to Punta Mita . We have Capt. Lora to thank as he has once again risen to the occasion and put his guys on a mess of fish. The mental images we came back with shall be stunning for years to come for each of the anglers. Seeing Roosterfish really isn't that big of a deal, especially if you live in proximity to their waters. However, to see the shear amount of chaos that was embarked by the schooling fish on both bait and lures was nothing short of satisfying. They are surreal scenes that a very limited amount of anglers (or people in general) get to experience firsthand. Capt. Lora had a strong catch and release moral and with that others are catching on (no pun intended). Everyone should be able to experience these fish at least once in their lifetime. What a fantastic inshore adventure!

Stay tuned next month for Part II of Mayhem in Puerto Vallarta as the crew goes far offshore in search of frenzying Yellowfin Tuna .

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In the Eastern Pacific from California to Peru resides a powerful inshore predator, the Roosterfish . They are often found in the waters off Mexico, Panama, and Costa Rica. The beautiful fish with their comb like 'rooster' dorsals are a top notch battle on light/medium tackle. While closely related to the Jack family, the Roosterfish happens to be the only fish in the genus Nematistius and the family Nematistiidae.

Roosters are great predators in the shallows and inshore waters that will attack and hunt and great numbers. These great sportfish will gather bait up and trap them in the shallows allowing for a relentless attack where prey hardly escape. Over the past couple decades, area's like Cabo, Puerto Vallarta, and Costa Rica have all attracted anglers of all experiences to come and take part in the action. While quite edible, these fish are often better released to fight another day. There are not too many inshore fish that will pound for pound put up such a sporty fight.

Roosterfish may grow as large as 4' and top 100lbs. Even the smaller of the mix will fight like true brutes on matched tackle. While locals will often target fish like Roosters on a minimal commercial scale, a great catch-and-release promotion has been accepted through much of Central and North America. While not immediately threatened, their numbers are currently stable and as long as responsible anglers and harvesters condone appropriate action, this fishery will thrive for generations to come.

The PELAGIC OCEAN CONSERVANCY PROJECT

We are proud to present the Ocean Conservancy Project which was materialized to show appreciation for the great world of sportfishing and to understand and protect the incredible species that inhabit it. The OCP will feature some great art and prints by some of the top photographers and artists in the world. Among these are Pelagic's own Tony Ludovico .

Here is an inshore addition to the Ocean Conservancy Project as we introduce the powerhorse Roosterfish .

About the Photo

A Roosterfish is a fairly common species in inshore waters of much of the Pacific. They are true brutes for their size and will test the limits of any light and medium tackle. Their iconic 'rooster' fins make them a very distinguishable and attractive species in the marine world.

This photo was taken off the coast of Cabo San Lucas in Mexico. It was once again another hot strenuating morning on the Pacific and Ludovico and crew were out to capture a great variety of fish and wildlife on film. While inshore, the boys were suddenly 'ambushed' by several large Roosterfish. Tony saw his chance to jump in and take advantage of the Rooster's curiosity. Little did he know that he would capture a rare photo of a Roosterfish in its natural hunting element.

With each Purchase of one of Tony's prints, a portion of proceeds gets donated courtesy of the Ocean Conservancy Project to help educate and protect our fishery for future generations to enjoy.

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A look into the diverse fishery that Louisiana's Gulf Coast has to offer
by Capt. Woody Woods

One of the most exciting aspects of fishing in Venice is the diverse variety of species which inhabit our native waters. On a typical day, depending on time of year and what the customers have requested, we make our 25 mile trek down the mighty Mississippi River , and then stop relatively close to the pass in water ranging in depths of 200’ to 400’. Our nearshore rigs are absolutely covered up in the 'endangered' red snapper, grouper, amberjack, triggerfish, cobia, and a variety of other non-targeted species such as various reef fish, sharks, etc. Jigging has proven to be extremely effective at luring (no pun intended) big groupers out of the structure, especially during the winter months when live bait is scarce.

Below: Paradise Outfitters claims another tripple digit Tuna ...

With the wide availability of jigging tackle such as the Trevala line of rods and the torsa line of reels, jigging is no longer a chore, and has developed quite a devout following amongst some of our customers. On any given day, probably 25-50% of the fish which we catch jigging are those pesky red snapper. These lucky fish get vented and released to fight another day.

Below: Quality table fare such as Snapper and Grouper are happy to call these offshore rigs home..

If the water is clear and bait is present in the area, we will deploy the trolling baits for Wahoo . The waters off of Venice hold wahoo twelve months a year, but our biggest wahoo seem to come in the winter months, specifically February and March. Although the big ones can certainly be found in the summer, it seems that the smaller ones are a bit more prevalent, especially on the weed lines which we troll for dolphin and marlin. The nice thing about wahoo is that they school heavily, and double and triple hookups are common. Wahoo generally take off on a blistering initial run, then will do a quick 180 and come right back to the boat.

It is at this point that we lose some fish because the customer thinks the fish has shaken the bait due to the slack line. Number one rule with Wahoo fishing is keep the line tight! These fish shake their heads like a pit bull and it is nothing short of amazing how these fish can shake loose two giant treble hooks from their jaws. Right when Wahoo come boatside prior to receiving the cold steel, they are lit up like a tiger-vertical stripes cascading down the length of their bodies. The only thing more beautiful than seeing these fish boatside is seeing them on the dinner plate a short while later, as wahoo yield some of the finest steaks one has ever had the pleasure of consuming!

Below: Large Wahoo nearing 100lbs are not out of the question during winter/spring months out of Venice...

Below: At times great numbers of Wahoo can stack up near the rigs and other structure

            On a good morning, with a few grouper and jacks in the box, and maybe even a couple fat hooters, we continue to head offshore to any of the numerous floating oil rigs off our coast. Usually we will stop en route at a buoy to catch live bait, but sometimes we catch it on-site right on the rig pylons. When the fishing is good, and it usually is, the first two baits in the water don’t last long, and next thing you know, we are doubled up with two solid Yellowfin Tunas . We will generally do this until we have a good amount of red meat in the box. Yellowfin tuna is another one of those fish which we catch every month out of the year, but October-March yields our biggest fish of the year, with fish averaging 150-180 pounds, with a shot at a 200 pound fish very realistic on any given day of the week. Summertime fish run smaller, with 60-80 pounds being in the norm, but what we lack in size, we make up for in numbers, with 6-10 fish in a day trip being common. During the wintertime, the tuna push into shallow water, in as little as 200 feet of water, chasing the massive schools of pogies which migrate through the area at this time.

Below: Another monster Gulf of Mexico Yellowfin ...

In the summertime, the loop current brings in a large influx of sargassum weed, and when the current and winds are opposing, it creates a rip line, with the grass and other flotsam stacked up for miles sometimes. Bait congregates on these weedlines, and where the bait is, the predators aren’t far behind. Dolphin, Tuna, Wahoo, and my personal favorite, Blue Marlin, can all be caught trolling the weedlines with either lures, natural bait, or bait/lure combinations. It is not uncommon for us to get multiple shots a day at Marlin. One of the most alluring aspects of Marlin fishing is that even the small Marlin are still huge, and put on quite an aerial show when hooked. These fights can last anywhere from ten minutes to several hours.

Below: Woody helps hold up a beefy Big Eye Tuna

 One of the best aspects of fishing in Venice is not only the incredible variety of offshore fishing that we offer, but also the option of inshore fishing. Our nearshore marshes are a rich ecosystem, complete with redfish, tarpon, black drum, speckled trout, catfish, and more. When it is too rough to get offshore, the flats and marshes nearshore are a great alternative, and our multi-faceted captains can put you on the fish. Our days off usually find us on the water, whether offshore, nearshore, or with a board attached to our feet.

Below: Inshore and Bayfishing near Venice is home to a copious amount of Red Drum and Speckled Sea Trout

Below: A Bull Redfish on lighttackle can satisfy the thirst for any inshore angler...

Southeast Louisiana truly has something for everyone. When it’s nice offshore, we fish every day for the big ones. When the wind is howling, we stay close and enjoy some great light tackle action on the flats and in the marsh. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, and that’s just another day at the office.

-Captain Woody Woods

For more information on fishing with Captain Hunter Caballero and Paradise Outfitters , please call 504-610-1686 or visit www.paradise-outfitters.com

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Brad Philipps - Billfishing's Ironman accomplishes incredible feat ...

Pelagic and The Waterman's Journal would like to give a special congratulations to Capt. Brad Philipps on his epic billfish milestone of 20,000 ! To fathom that number of billfish, or fish alone for that matter by any individual is simply amazing by any stretch of the imagination. Congrats to Brad on 20K, and many more to come!!!

Capt Brad Philipps

Captain Philipps has fished around the globe at some of the top destinations in the world throughout his entire life. His accolades are a result of earned knowledge and hard work. For the past 9 years, Brad has claimed Guatemala as his home stomping grounds. He has reached the uncanny feat of 20,000 billfish , which averages to a mind boggling 15 releases a day!!! In 2008, Marlin Magazine bestowed Philipps with the honor of 'Captain of the Year '. Brad has broken his own World Record several times for the most billfish releases in a single year, and in 2004 had a record shattering 2759 releases .

Below: A Sailfish breaches the surface at the leader...

Guatemalan Bilfishing Adventures

Capt. Philipps has run the Guatemalan Billfishing Adventures for the past several years with his wife Cindy and they have hand and hand created one of the most successful and sought after billfish operations in the world today. Being regarded as one of the best captains in the world, Philipps presents clients with a chance of a lifetime on the water, and 5 Star accomodations back on land to boot.

Below: A large Black Marlin takes to the air...

Below: Captain Philipps puts Don on a Black Marlin of a lifetime..

Why Guatemala?

Guatemala is a prime location for many species of fish. Warm inshore waters off the coast hit coldwater upwellings producing nutrient rich currents that in return allow for a substantial marine food chain. Within this food chain are everything from tiny anchovies and sardines to the largest predators, the Billfish and Sharks. While Sharks have been fished out over the past few decades, the Marlin take form as the region's apex predator. The largest of Black and Blue Marlin feed on the dorado and tuna, which in return are actively feeding on the smaller more predominant baitfish.

Below: An aerial Marlin takes to the air

Below: An acrobatic Sailfish is inverted in flight...

Land of Giants and Giant Awards

Capt Brad Philipps has been awarded The Billfish Foundations prestigious Release Captain of the Year Award, and Sailfish Release Captain of the Year Award, for the past 6 years in a row, and also the Pacific Blue Marlin Release Captain of the Year in 2008. Together with his highly experienced mates, Kennedy (who was named Marlin Magazines 2008 Mate of the Year ) and Danillo , Capt. Brad brings to this exceptional boat his friendly personality, unmistakable mix of attributes, the promise of uncompromising service, a willingness to share their knowledge, years of experience on these waters and a professionally tested crew with a contagious passion for the game that one will find hard to match anywhere.

Below: A submarine Black Marlin launches out of the water..

Below: Releasing an massive Apex Predator

Adventurous Lifestyle

Cindy Philipps has years of experience in the Guatemala sport fishing, hotel and culinary trades. Cindy brings to the exclusive lodging and booking side of this operation her unparalleled efficiency, personal supervision and unmistakable Guatemalan hospitality. Together with their professional lodging staff and full-time driver, this operation will personally handle every detail of your trip, to ensure that your stay on land is as unforgettable as the time spent offshore.

Below: Headshakes of a Giant

Below: Prepped for tag and release

Proudly Representing the Sport of Big Game Fishing

For Philipps, who was named as PELAGIC Pro Team's CAPTAIN OF THE YEAR in 2003, the numbers are simply mind boggling, with several world records and over two-thousand billfish released annually for his clients over the past few years.  With his top of the line charterboat DECISIVE , combined with the first class hospitality and accomodations at Philipps own creation "The Billfish Inn" guests are assured not only a world-class fishing trip, but also a memorable experience that lasts a lifetime...

Below: Releasing one of MANY sailfish on this particular day off the waters of Guatemala ...

Below: The great and professional personality of one of the top Captains on the Planet...

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In the vast world of offshore fishing, perhaps the most noted billfish species to be encountered throughout the warm ocean waters is the magnificent Sailfish . Consisting of two species, the Atlantic Sailfish (Istiophorus albicans) and Indo-Pacific Sailfish (Istiophorus platypterus) are found in a wide portion of the worlds tropical oceans. Their long erectile dorsal dorsal fin (hence the name Sailfish) stretches for a great portion of their body. The colors and spotted patterns these fish display make them the most beautiful of billfish species. When stalking and chasing large volumes of bait or 'bait balls', they can vividly change the contrast and colors of their bodies to confuse prey.

Both species of Sailfish are highly targetted by sportfishermen for their spectacular fights and aerial displays. Not only are they a beautiful predator, but quiet efficient as they are also one of the ocean's fastest fish. They are also the only billfish species known to school/migrate/feed in such large and compact numbers. In some area's of the world such as Guatemala, it is not uncommon to catch and release sails in double digit numbers in a single day. The high concentrations in these area's help induce the targetting of this spectacular gamefish.

Like Dorado and Tuna, Sailfish have a hefty growth rate and may attain a length of 4' or larger in about a year. Like other pelagics, they are feeding machines and will hang around any type of structure or currents which may inhabit a supply of small prey. While not commercially targetted like Tuna throughout the world, their numbers have declined over the years. However, due to the strong presence of catch and release the Sailfish fishery is starting to recover. It is important for anglers and humans alike to continue to understand and appreciate the Sailfish so that future generations can have the chance to endure a great angling spectacle on the open ocean.

The PELAGIC OCEAN CONSERVANCY PROJECT

We are proud to present the Ocean Conservancy Project which was materialized to show appreciation for the great world of sportfishing and to understand and protect the incredible species that inhabit it. The OCP will feature some great art and prints by some of the top photographers and artists in the world. Among these are Pelagic's own Tony Ludovico .

Here is another fine addition to the Ocean Conservancy Project as we introduce the magnificent Sailfish .

About the Photo

A Sailfish is an impressive species. They are a fast and efficent predator capable of chasing down most fish in the open sea. Their brilliance is made obvious in their majesticly displayed sail. During the chase of an ongoing feeding frenzy, it is then that you can see the magical behaivor of these fish as they light up with saturated colors and stripes to confuse their prey.

This photo was taken off the coast of Isla Mujeres while Tony and crew were on a shoot . It was a hot scorching day but did not take long for the action to develop. Within a couple hours, random baitballs surfaced and underthem were schools of feeding Sailfish . Tony saw his chance to jump in and grab a few photos in hopes of capturing the raw moment of a hunting billfish. Patience and a little luck paid off as Ludovico managed to snap several killer frames, including this one below which brings the precise moment and detail of a feeding Sailfish to life.

With each Purchase of one of Tony's prints, a portion of proceeds gets donated courtesy of the Ocean Conservancy Project to help educate and protect our fishery for future generations to enjoy.

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After two successful trips to Socorro and San Benedicto Islands in the past few months, and a lot of awesome tuna, marlin, and wahoo fishing in our wake, Ben and I were feeling pretty good about the fact that we'd managed to find the right federal connection to open the doors to the Revillagigedo Islands. It certainly hasn't been easy, or cheap, but our efforts have definitely paid off in spades. After ten long years of blanket closures we have succeeded in garnering permits to fish the Islands, and now their validity has been proven without question yet again. Despite our previous back-slapping, we did have one final hurdle to jump before we officially crossed the finish line, and that hurdle had CLARION ISLAND written across it in boldface type. With one dragon left to slay before the kingdom was safe, we aimed our arrows for the deep dirt, and loaded up the GLADIATOR for the long siege. If we had a bumper sticker slapped on the ass of the ship, you know what it would read.

We flew in to Cabo San Lucas from all corners of North and Central America. Ben hopped over the lake from PV, I hurried up from Panama, Jarred, Brian, Chris and Stacey arrived from several points east. We met Capt Danny and the crew from the Gladiator and prepped for departure. If we were the knights of the round table, then we were to be blessed beyond all hope by having Sir Lancelot himself along for at least the first part of the adventure. Capt Frank LoPreste himself had drawn his sword and joined the endeavor. With the Royal Polaris fishing outside the restricted zone, Frank needed a lift to his boat and we were glad to provide it. You don't need to be a physicist to figure out that a chance to ride down to Clarion with the godfather of Long Range fishing is not to be missed.

It took a few short hours to finalize preparations. With high hopes and a lot of celebration we unfastened the lines, cranked up the music, cracked open the Jack Daniels, and started the high-fives. I've never been aboard the Royal Polaris when it's left on a trip to Clarion Island, but i think it's safe to assume that Frank's never had a trip start off richter like this. Long shots of Tennessee whiskey and thumping R&B, yes Frank, we do things a little differently around here.

We're a rowdy bunch of pirates, no doubt. By the time the sun set and we were fifty some-odd miles south of Cabo the boat was overflowing with more than it's fair share of holiday cheer. Capt Danny showed us a local Mexican board game called "Don't Get Mad!" where the toss of the dice dictates a players movement around the board, and with thirty hours of steaming south to Clarion Island to look forward to we quickly embraced the game. By midnight we'd succeeded in manipulating the rules, turning an otherwise innocent board game into a drinking adventure which we championed long into the night.

I stumbled towards my bunk at some point well after midnight, passing Frank and Danny at the helm. "Yeeww guyzzz take err frum heeerrre..." I said, saluting.

Frank and Danny chuckled and bode me goodnight. "It might not be the Royal Polaris" Frank's probably thinking, "but these guys definitely do alright!"

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There is a very real and reverberating sense of adventure when one is aboard an eighty foot custom yacht headed south from Cabo towards Clarion Island. It's not everyday that a group of anglers gets to do this sort of thing. A special sense of privilege descends upon the group as the miles pass astern, a quiet acknowledgement of the effort and community it takes to pull off something like this. It's an unsaid feeling of brotherhood, a taste of modern day pirating, adventurous living at it's best.

The next morning we began tackle preparations in earnest, despite a few nasty hangovers that claimed a few of our group. We passed the time rigging rods and reels, jigs, poppers, live bait leaders, and any and everything in between. Frank was a wealth of information, relating tips and advice whenever needed.

"Frank what do you think about this?" or "Frank where do you recommend?" Patiently the Godfather answered all questions. Always ready with a quick smile or a colorful anecdote from past experience.

It was a great day of travel, filled with countless stories and some seriously heated games of "DON'T GET MAD!!!"

As the sun set astern of the Gladiator we enjoyed another incredible meal thanks to the magical talents of Chef Manuel and settled into our bunks, visions of Clarion Island and the mythical fish that swim there fresh in our heads.

The smell of cooking bacon awoke me from my bunk early the next morning. Most of the crew were already at the table, anxiously waiting the next manifestation of Manuel's talents. No one went hungry on this trip, that is for certain. Each and every morning Manuel would lay out a spread of fresh fruit, bacon, eggs, sausages, tortillas, french toast, anything and more you could have wanted. The Four Seasons would have to hurry to keep up with Manuel.

As we gulped down breakfast Capt Danny announced what we'd been anxiously waiting to hear for the past thirty six hours - "LAND HO AMIGOS!!!!"

And with that plates of deliciousness were forgotten. We scrambled to the helm where true to word, Clarion Island loomed in the distance. The level of excitement on board went from excited to feverish real quick. The steep volcanic shoreline of Clarion grew in size, revealing a harsh and hardened island cut from a prehistoric past. You could almost see the violent history play out before your eyes as millions of years of geologic evolution culminated into the present manifestation, an island created in the middle of nowhere by forces beyond comprehension. The gods, perhaps, were fisherman in those days. Creating such anomalies in nature to one day be enjoyed by the believers of such things.

With Capt Danny Alvarez and Frank at the helm we steered towards Clarion Island and deployed the marauders. It wasn't long before the wahoo found us and the 50 Wides were barking in defiance as Jared and the boys scrambled for jig sticks. It was a veritable fire drill as jigs flew in all directions and wahoo hit the deck in rapid succession. We called the Navy and checked in over the radio, as one after another wahoo of various sizes annihilated our jigs.

After some quick fun with the wahoo we opted to head for the Naval base, officially check in, and call the Royal Polaris inside the restricted zone to rendezvous with Frank. The boys in the uniforms were very accommodating once they saw our paperwork and we traded stories with them as we waited for the RP to show.

The sight of the Royal Polaris coming around the corner of Clarion Island to meet us is a memory that will remain with me forever. Capt Roy pulled the RP astern of the Gladiator and crammed our tanks with sardines before Frank jumped aboard. I'm sure both crews were surprised to see each other way out there. It was one of those moments in life where you just shake your head and wonder aloud about the workings of fate and the intricate calculations that dictate such things.

We shrugged our shoulders, bode our farewell to Frank, and headed off in opposite directions to see what the afternoon would bring.

Danny drove us southeast from the Naval base towards a group of birds working and in no time the rods came crashing down. Wahoo and tunas were working bait over a pinnacle and every pass produced a strike from something.

Paul from JPR Rods gave me a few prototype spinning and jigging rods to try out during this trip and it wasn't long before i was able to give him the veritable "thumbs up!" for performance and dependability. I caught a fat wahoo on an iron on my first cast of the afternoon, popping the new rod's cherry nicely.

Danny said he was marking some bigger fish on the meter just to the south of the pinnacle so we opted to shut down and throw some live bait out for a drift. I flipped a caballito out and it barely made it twenty yards before something hoovered it. Ripping off line and headed for the deep i knew it was a tuna, and a good one.

The boys got me in the harness and i went to work on the fish. It took a full fifteen minutes before the tuna stopped running, and another ten before i could work it into a more predictable rhythm. Switching to low gear i gave the beast everything i had and in another twenty minutes had the fish right where i wanted it before SNAP! the wind-on pulled and what would have been a solid one swam freely away. I was pissed, it was a good one. I spent a full two minutes cursing the manufacturer of the pre-made wind-on. Swearing that i'd never, EVER use a pre-made leader again.

After the somewhat heartbreaking loss Capt Danny moved us towards the north end of the island where Frank had said on the radio that he'd spotted some good action on his way back outside the restricted zone. We pulled up to the area and two good sized bird schools revealed the tunas tearing apart bait schools underneath. First stop produced a solid fish for Brian, who had the misfortune of catching a solid fish on 30# tackle. Don't ask me who or why thought it was a good idea to throw that pea-shooter out there!

Brian is a neophyte saltwater angler, in fact this was his first offshore trip. Who goes to Clarion on their first offshore fishing trip?!?!?! Despite the odds he did a remarkable job on his fish, besting it in under an hour. Not many people can say that they caught their first yellowfin tuna at Clarion Island, but Brian sure as hell did.

Chris was up next with a solid 150 pounder that fought a lot like a two fifty. I don't know if it's the remoteness, the igneous minerals, or the proximity to God, but the fish are downright MEAN out at Clarion. Chris gave it everything he had and then some, managing to steer the fish towards the gaffs as the sun petered out below the horizon.

If you ask me, i'd say that we were off to one hell of a start.

We had a quick meeting during dinner and decided that it would be fun to try and hit every island in the Revillagigedo chain during the week. And despite the great fishing we decided to leave Clarion and steam towards Roca Partida during the night.

I left with mixed feelings, but when you have this kind of an opportunity before you there's not much you can do but take advantage of the possibilities and wing it. Off to Roca we went.

Roca Partida is ridiculously small oasis in the middle of nowhere. Scarcely larger than your average three bedroom house Roca rises from a seemingly endless bottom to a guano covered thumb in the middle of a very lonely ocean. It is a sight to behold i assure you.

We deployed the marauders once again and made one pass, successfully landing a wahoo before the sharks were upon us. From then on it was a veritable effort in futility to try and catch a wahoo, grouper, or tuna without losing it to the endless barrage of critters intent on guarding their lair. We ended up having to circle far and wide from the Roca in order to land any more wahoo, and even then a stop of more than two or three minutes meant that the tax man would find you. Hindsight is twenty twenty, they say. So we put the marlin lures out, circled the Roca outside the thousand curve for a few hours before steering for San Benedicto and calling it a day.

Despite the shark problem, which isn't always the case, Roca remains one of those isolated and distant places that anglers, including myself, continue to dream of fishing one day. Just to be there and see the wahoo sky after a jig or a school of tunas blow up around the rock is something very, very few people get to experience. I now count myself in that small percentage of people who call themselves the "lucky few".

So we steamed for San Benedicto, where past experience tells us we're in for some fun. We arrive at Benedicto around two in the morning and absolutely crush the goggle eyes during the night. Fully tanked up on bait and ready to rock we put the hammer down as the sun comes up and by noon you can just about walk on the wahoo. It's an orgy of chaos in the cockpit as Jared, Brian, Chris, Stacey, Ben and myself nail one hoo after another. With flat calm seas and bright sunshine we spend the entire day circumnavigating the island and hammering all sorts of wahoo and tuna along the way.

By this point in the trip we're spoiled on the carnage. Content to drink beer and watch the crew catch a tuna or two.

I remember sitting up in the tower with Danny at one point. Looking down upon the deck where Jared and the boys are battling fish, having the times of their lives, the music is pumping, succulent aromas wafting up from the kitchen. I look around the boat at the bird schools, one form of critter or another rising up from the deep to crash a bait on the surface in a wild and messy explosion. San Benedicto sits off our port side, Clarion and Roca Partida fresh memories in our wake. I turn to Danny who's consequently smiling, "Hey amigo" i ask him, "what are you doing next week?"

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The protests had started early. A full two weeks before the family and I were scheduled to head to Panama. A cold, determined rain fell upon the coast, and the kids and i were home alone, chilling.

"Daaaaddddy?"

"Yeeeeeeessss beautiful" I said, looking up from the pages of a favorite Travis McGee novel.

My twelve year old daughter Soleille had entered the room with a purpose. A picture of adolescent perfection. But do not let the crossed ankles, shy posture, nervous fiddling hands, or the sweet, Daddy-do-you-love-me voice, the bashful glances from behind thick lashes, or the pursing of those innocent little lips mislead you. There is simply no other creature capable of such calculated manipulation than a twelve year old girl, particularly my daughter. The birds suddenly went eerily quiet, something was not right in the forest.

"Daaaaady, i love you. I love you and i was thinking. I was thinking that, well, i'm twelve years old now, and i should probably be allowed to stay with Verne and Moa or Arlene while you and Mom and Kalum go to Panama."

"Hmmmmmmm.....???"

"Yeah, Dad. I mean COME ON. Panama? I have a talent show coming up, i want to spend some more time with Tango (her horse), and, you know, Trish and Hanna want me to help them pick out some new clothes and (sigh...) god you wouldn't understand. Anyway, about Panama...."

"I thought you wanted to go to Panama?"

"Well, Dad. Yeah, i SAID i wanted to go to Panama but.... Anyway, look. I've just got a bunch of stuff coming up, GIRL STUFF, you probably wouldn't understand...So, yeah."

She likes to use that phrase with me lately - GIRL STUFF. As if i don't know what THAT means.

"Soleille, there's no discussion here. Panama is a family trip and we are all going."

She gasped and noticeably twitched, my words had done a good job of knocking the wind out of her.

"Daaaaaaaaddddddyyyyy....PLEASE!" More wriggling and eye lash batting.

"Soleille, you and your boyfriend will make it through the ten days while we are gone. If he can't live without you for ten days then he's certainly not the man for you." And i realized my mistake as soon as i'd said it.

Like a prehistoric volcano awakening from a ten thousand year slumber i watched her little body tremble, shake, and then outright convulse as she stood up to her full height, rocked forward to her tiptoes and with fists clenched at her side erupt with the force of Mount St. Helens.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY!!! I AM NOT GOING TO PANAMA!!!! AND JESSE LOVES MEEEEEE!!!"

The force of the blast flipped a few pages over in the book i was reading, the ash cloud billowing skywayrd as she bolted from the room, lava flowing down her cheeks as she ran. I cast a cautious glance around the room for what surely would have been a secondary explosion if my wife Catherine would have been home.

Kalum, my ten year old son who up until this point had remained silent as he flipped through a surf mag on the adjacent couch, looked up at me over the magazine and deadpanned a "Nice work Dad" as only a kid can. Then, staying one step ahead, asked "Hey, if Soleille isn't coming can i bring one of my friends instead?"

I looked up at the sky through the skylight, cold dark clouds drifting overhead. I thought about a lot of things in the next five minutes. The only sounds in the house a faint crying, a splattering of rain, and a ten year old lazily flipping pages in a magazine. All of a sudden i burst out and sang the first few lines of "PA-NA-MA!!!!" by Van Halen, at the top of my lungs and with almost zealot fervor.

"I HATE PANAMA!!!!", came the cry from the bedroom. "AND I LOVE JESSE TOO!!!"

And then:

"Boy is Mom going to be pissed at you when she gets home!!!" from the ten year old wiseass doing a very poor job of minding his own business on the next couch.

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Two weeks later it was a miracle i didn't have to drag my daughter kicking and screaming onto that airplane. It eventually took a new iPod touch, the commitment of several hundred dollars of shopping allowance in Panama City, and the promise that I wouldn't ever, EVER bug her about her boyfriend again. EVER.

Goddamnit they certainly learn early.

When Mexicana airlines finally belched us into Panama City after two and a half days of non-stop travel the Temple family was exhausted i assure you. We spent the night at a hotel near the airport, enjoyed a wonderful dinner, a much needed dip in the pool, and an early bedtime. Four countries, three time zones, and one hell of a beating on the credit card later, i finally rested my head. Soleille was Facebooking with her boyfriend on the wifi network, and as Cath and Kalum talked surf strategy as the lights went out i allowed myself an exhausted sigh of relief, thinking as i drifted off, that maybe, just maybe, this trip would turn out OK.

The next morning we drove from Panama City to Chad's Paradise Lodge, enjoying a beautiful tour of the Panamanian countryside. I've spent a lot of time looking at Panama from the water, and thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to see more of the country via land. Lush tropical forests and rich, fertile farmland filled the landscape. Deep, vivid greens and vibrant flora permeate the land. The whole country has a very Caribbean feel to it. The people and their lifestyle jostle along to a jovial rhythm, the cadence of the language begging you to groove when you speak. Far from the mumbling Spanish i'm used to, or the arid, dust filled days of Mexican winters, Panama promises an infusion of more vibrant rhythms, something, of late, that i'm more oft to seek.

Below: Sexy Sashimi

We arrived at Chad's Paradise Lodge http://www.paradise-fishing-lodge.com/ around lunchtime, just in time to watch the sun crawl out from behind some low level clouds and illuminate the billion dollar view in front of Chad's place. Curtis and Chad were waiting with an ample supply of ice cold beers and we all exchanged greetings and stories while the kids and Cath dove for the pool.

Chad has spent several years carving out a niche in the Panamanian countryside, the fruits of his obviously backbreaking efforts are glorious. His lodge sprawls over several hectares of rolling hillside, offering a nearly three hundred degree waterfront view. From his massive dining and lounge area it's possible to see Islas Coiba, Secas, Ladrones and an infinite number of nearshore islands and inlets as well. The possibilities, as they say, are endless.

We soaked in the view, enjoying Chad's hospitality until the hour of the day forced us to start thinking about making our way over to Vida Nueva with Curtis, meeting Kevin and his crew shortly before a feast hit the table that was quite literally fit for a king. Just down the road from Chad's place, Vida Nueva http://www.vidanuevapanama.com/home.html# is Kevin's commitment to the future and viability of this resource and region. Vida is a sprawling 500 acre development that will soon boast marinas, private home sites, equestrian centers, public parks and recreation areas, and access to some of the planets best fishing grounds. World famous Hannibal bank, Islas Montuosa, Coiba, and the myriad of other hot spots are only a stone's throw away. With Chad's place and Vida Nueva putting this kind of effort and infrastructure into the local area it won't be long before this place goes richter. My head gets to thinking in situations like this.

Below: A young breed of surfers

After an excellent dinner at Kevin's house Curtis took us all up to see the property and some more of the surrounding area. Curtis' property lies in the heart of the Vida development, a very fortunate location, and enjoys incredible views and access to the adjacent amenities. In five years this is going to be THE place to be in Panama amigos, remember you heard it here first!!!

The next morning Curtis arranged for a surf trip for Cath and the kids while Kevin, Curtis, Chad, and I boarded one of Chad's CC's for a trip offshore. Barely in the country for twenty four hours and we're already fishing and surfing, giddy up!!!

We blasted off from the dock fully stocked with provisions and one hell of a head full of steam. The bite was wide open on tunas out there and when you're roaring offshore towards the Hannibal bank and Coiba island first thing in the morning life just doesn't get any better than this.

Coiba Island loomed in the distance and the first massive bird school came into view. Battle stations!!!

Below:  A large Rooster is taken off Panama

Kevin, Curtis and I dove for the popper rods as a school of tunas detonated on a bait ball under some floating debris. First, second, and third popper to hit the water meant HOOK-UP!!! as 50 - 150# tunas annihilated our topwater gear and tore ass for the deep. Three hundred and sixty degrees around the boat the tunas went crazy, wild eyed, frantic pandemonium on all fronts. Each cast created chaos as fish literally catapulted over themselves in psychotic madness for our poppers. Chad's other boats homed in on our position and went bendo within seconds. MADNESS MADNESS MADNESS!!!!

We spent three exhausting hours battling tunas before our arms, backs, and rotator cuffs gave out. At one point i looked up from behind the camera and said - "HEY, WE'VE ONLY BEEN FISHING FOR THREE HOURS AND NONE OF US HAVE ANYTHING LEFT!!!!"

We let the captain and crew nail a few and then decided to head inshore for some roosters and pargos. Because this is Panama we don't say we're going to go look for some inshore species, no. We say, who want's the next one?!?!?!?

After a few hours of inshore fun we were DONE. DONE DONE DONE. Take me back to the lodge, give me a bucket of beer, and a swim in the pool. There is only so much madness a man can take.

Below: A large Yellowfin hits the deck

Another spectacular sunset, feast at the Casa, and an early departure for bed. Cath and the kids were overly sunburnt and happy, not a word from Soleille about the boyfriend all day.

I remember turning to Curtis at one point at dinner and asking him if he thought we should do something exciting tomorrow instead. HA! Touche said Curto and up the coast we went on a surf safari the following day. Cath and Kalum were in heaven. Miles of pristine punchy beach breaks to play with and feasts in oceanfront restaurants all day. Back to the Vida house later that night and another wonderfully exhausted sleep.

The next morning we took of for Boquete, a quaint mountain village two hours inland from the Chiriqui region where Curtis promised Soleille would find some of the best horseback riding around. By this time in the trip the kids were warming up to Uncle Curtis, and Uncle Curtis was quickly realizing he had more than his hands full dealing with the two of them. By the time we'd reached Boquete and checked into the hotel Uncle Curtis became Fanty Curtis after a two hour marathon of pre-teenage sarcastic shenanigans at their best. Curtis has a baby on the way in June, so i kept reminding him that his Jedi training was well underway.

Fanty Curtis became the ultimate tour guide, scoring us the best hotel in Boquete, booking Soleille and everyone on a horseback ride, pointing out notable landmarks and history, and taking the abuse from the kids like a champ. Cath and I almost felt like we were on vacation, something we've needed together for years.

Two days in Boquete and we started our way back to the coast, and eventually to Panama City where i had a promise to keep. Soleille had done a good job up until this point in the trip, only asking "when are we going shopping?" and "when are we going home?" about 999,999 times. Fanty Curtis was even getting excited about the prospect of shopping in one of Panama Cities massive malls, so off we eventually went.

At some point during the drive back to the city Fanty relented the wheel, and no sooner had i started driving then a Panamanian policeman decided JT was flying a little too fast. I pulled the rental truck over while Curtis coached me on Panamanian roadside police stop etiquette. "It's not Mexico!" he started off saying, "don't go for the billfold just yet!"

The cop was stern at first, but i soon had him smiling. Take pity on the stupid gringo, i pleaded. At which point my daughter rolled down her window in the back seat.

"Should i give your dad a ticket?" he said to her in spanish.

"BOOK HIM DANO!!!" she told him fluently right back.

Below: A nice Pargo

It was so funny he had no choice but to let us go. Still, i took twenty dollars off Soleille's shopping allowance nonetheless.

On we went towards Panama City, where i turned two pre-teens and their mother loose with fist-fulls of Balboas while Fanty Curtis and i tried in earnest to keep up. Nothing like contributing to the local economic stimulus package, secretly hoping that my credit cards would mysteriously shut off. Oh but the joys of being a father and husband, and the sense of togetherness a day in the mall can bring to a family. I've come a long way in the last few years i tell you. Happy, happy...joy, joy...cha-ching! ROTFL!!!

Below: Great Family fun...

With our financial security all but exhausted we decided to head up the coast again for our final day. Fanty Curtis knew of a secret little river mouth break that failed to disappoint the next morning. There's something special about pulling up the truck to the beach, hopping out, looking up and down in each direction for several miles, not seeing another soul around, shrugging your shoulders, scratching your head, then reaching for your surf board and paddling out into perfect left handers all morning long.

Sonofabitch people if it gets any better than this....

Thanks to Chad and his crew at Paradise Lodge, Kevin and his team and Vida Nueva, and the unwavering professionalism and performance of Fanty himself.

One for the record books amigo, trips like these, while full of fishing, and surfing, and adventures, mean so much else.

Panama will be in our very near future, so stay tuned......

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