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Friday, March 27, 2009
Armstrong Spring Creek
I recently stumbled across a local fisherman/photograhper's blog and website...
http://joshuabergan.blogspot.com/
www.joshuabergan.com
Check them out,he has some great shots in there!
Friday, March 20, 2009
"Two-Taco Mahi" with hot sauce, por favor.
Our trip was mainly to visit my parents in Puerto Vallarta, but of course since I have a pesky obsession with all things swimming, I was preparing for a fishing trip. I had never fly-fished in saltwater before, so I was pretty excited to give it a try with a couple of new Redington Fly Rods, a 9 wt. RS4 with their new Rise Reel, and a 10 wt. CPX with the big ol CDL Titanium Series Reel.
I was pretty happy to have caught a fish that early into trip, and looked eagerly ahead to our planned outing on Wednesday. My parents friends had a visitor in town who is an avid flyfisherman, so they made arrangements for us to fish with Captain Hector out of the marina in Puerto Vallarta. Jessica and I bailed out of bed early on Wednesday and made it down to the marina with our new fishing buddy, Dave. We were ready to go, with high hopes of seeing some Roosterfish, Tuna, or Dorado. The reports I had been reading lately said those fish may be around, and had been caught within the past week.
Dave, Jessica, and I were all at the marina, but our Captain was nowhere to be found. The company who took the reservation online (puertovallartafish . com)'s office was closed "be back at 1:00 pm". Go figure. So we talked to a guy, who talked to a guy, who talked to some other guys. They tried to get Captain Hector on his cellphone, only to find that he was already out on a fishing trip on a "big boat". I quickly figured out that puertovallartafish . com is a broker, who really has no fishing fleet of their own, and either forgot to book us with a captain at all...or Hector got a gig with the much more expensive "big boat", and ditched our little $400 fly-fishing trip on the panga.
We did end up getting to go fishing, but I'm pretty sure our captain was a maintenance man for the marina. He drove us around Banderas bay, and would plow straight through schools of Albacore over and over until we told him to head back. It's not too easy to cast straight ahead into a spooky school of slashing tuna with all of a boat's momentum is at your back. We learned our lesson about Mexican Sportfishing Charters that day, but at least we were on the water in a beautiful place. We did get to see a huge school of porpoise and some sea turtles, both of which I rarely find in nature here in Montana.
After my wicked surf sesh (brah), we relaxed for a few hours with some beers, then had dinner at our hotel restaurant, "O" at Vila de Amor. Our dinner was fabulous, but unfortunately interrupted by the news that Jessica's job had exploded. Literally. Bozeman landmark bar/restaurant Boodles blew up while we were in Mexico. Insane.
After we processed the news, we figured since we weren't certain how to react, we might-as-well go celebrate not being blown up, so we went and listened to some average Mexican reggae at the Red Dragon. It was a great and unusual night.
The next morning I got up at 6:30 and went down to the beach looking for someone to take me fishing. I found a dude who took me and 2 other american guys for $200. Some local fisherman had planted some floating palapas (bunches of palm branches) a mile or so from the beach, which attract Mahi Mahi in droves. I reckon that's sorta cheating, but after I was on the other end of some cheating at Puerto Vallarta marina, I didn't care. I still don't, actually.
After checking out some monster whales breaching and a few more sea turtles, I caught a Mahi Mahi on my flyrod by essentially trolling a clouser minnon, which felt really good after months of unecessary preparation. I did have the opportunity to cast at some Mahi Mahi, and had a few chases, but no takes. I think they like their dinner served faster than I could strip it. I had read that these fish grow very fast, and weigh about 6 lbs. at one year old. If that's the case, then my fish was a newborn. My young Mexican surfer guide called it a "two-taco mahi". I sure as hell didn't need a 10 wt. for that job, but it was a blast nonetheless. It actually bent my 10 wt. over the gunnels once it saw the boat during the fight, beleive it or not. Most importantly, it made me hungry for more...I can't wait to hook into a 25 - 30 pounder someday.
The guide filleted it up for me, I handed it to the cook at Pablo's Restaurant on the beach, and they cooked Jessica and I some fish tacos for lunch. It was awesome...a perfectly satisfying realization of a vacation dream.
It was an amazing trip, much more relaxing then most of my vacations. Thanks again to my generous parents for making it possible! Hasta luego...