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.
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