NEVER LEAVE A GUY IN CHARGE

I went fishing on a friends boat, first we had to clean the boat before we even left. Our goal was Wahoo fishing. Trolling along and we got a hit, I grabbed the rod and began to fight the fish. Attempts were made by men anglers to adjust the drag, to grab the rod out of my hand, because the guys didn’t think I could do it. The fighting resumed and I fended off the men anglers. I brought the fish very close and to my surprise, it was the biggest Wahoo I had ever seen. Looking for someone who had the gaff, as I turn I see our friend grab the wire with this giant Wahoo on it and begin pulling this fish over the side of the boat. While I was screaming wheres the gaff, the face of this six foot giant with mouth wide open was looking straight in the face of the idiot who tried to wire a fish as big as this. Well, the rest of the story is a tragedy, the weight of this fish snapped the wire and nearly in the boat the fish jerked its way to freedom.

COSTA RICA FISHING

Both widowers, my father and I set off to Costa Rica, spending our time as tourist and enjoying the wild. I have always wanted to fish Quepos. Hours of horrible roads, but pleasant company we arrived at our fishing boat. A small crew, but a good one. My father and I asked our guide what he would be doing while we were fishing all day, he said “I will wait here for you”, we invited him with us. It took awhile to get to our destination, about 35 miles from port in only 100 feet of water. The Pacific Ocean came alive, as we approached our fishing area. Sailfish began jumping on all sides of us. It was exciting and wonderful at the same time. Our guides caught some live bait, within minutes we were fishing and hooked our first Sail bringing it in quickly. It was a good size, releasing it after some photos. Then Dad hooked himself one, he was so exhausted, he took a nap. We continued to hook sails, sometime 4 at a time, which would have been impossible to bring them all in at one time. Our guide caught one by the tail. It was like fishing in a bowl, it didn’t seem real but it was indeed a fishing dream.

AFTER HURRICANE ANDREW

Well Ladies, this is designed just for us. Giving the female angler a chance to tell those outrageous stories. I want to start back in time to 3 days after hurricane Andrew hit South Florida. Always knowing I was more patient than men, a group of us went down to the Florida Keys, gained access because at that time I was a resident. We set out for a spear fishing expidition. Not your standard fishing, but what it? The men which had all the fancy equipment set out on the dive ahead of me and my girlfriend Barb. Barb had no experience in this sport, I gave her some short lessons after the men departed into the water. Before they went into the water I told them that their cooler was not going to be big enough. Well, they laughed and began there hunt.

After a short lesson, Barb and myself entered the water, slowly and calmly we entered the newly refreshed crystal clear waters of the Keys. Within minutes I saw my first target and being calm the grouper which was a 25pound black came up to me with curosity, he was shot with a perfect kill shot and never even blinked, that is if fish blink. Barb watching and learned, smiled, a few minutes after that I shot another grouper of 22pounds.

It was Barbs turn, she spoted her prize, aimed and shot, not familiar with her weapon shot the grouper in the stomach, which is not good, he broke the shock cord that connects the fish to the gun and swam under the hull of a wreck, shaking madly the spear came out. Observing the whole thing and watching my partner stunned I swam over grabbed the spear and physically stabbed the fish, another 25pounder. We figured we were done, no need to be a pig about it. Our time down we never did run into the guys, buy the time we arrived at the boat dragging almost 75pounds of dead weight we were exhausted and I handed the end of the stringer to one of the guys. I said “Hey how about a hand the catch is too heavy for me”, more laughter persued, but he finally grabbed the line and much to all the guys surprise, my original statement held true, “The cooler is not going to be big enough” and yes ladies I have proof, I have photos that rival envy. Not to mention the guys never went fishing with us again. Lets hear your story and don’t forget to embelish a bit, even though my story is true and accurate!