This post is alternately titled, "Fishing with Jesus Pays Off."
Quite unsatisfied with Monday's fishing experience (you could really just call it a boat ride), Bob was looking for another excuse to get out there when, on Thursday, we by chance ended up at a restaurant where they'll take you out to fish and then cook your catch up for you that evening. Bob made arrangements to for himself, Steve and I to meet Vidal and Jesus the next morning for another shot at reeling something in.
Things started pretty slow this time out too. We'd paid for a 3-hour tour (try to read that without singing it to the tune of Gilligan's Island, I dare you.) and for the first hour, it seemed as if it might be another expensive boat ride. But all of a sudden, 2 of the lines started and before Jesus and Vidal could get the other 2 lines out of the water, they also went. we'd caught 4 Mahi Mahi all at once. For a few minutes things were pretty hectic while we (Bob, Steve, Jesus and I) ducked and dodged each other in what looked like a choreographed effort to keep our lines from tangling while the fish swam back and forth and all around the boat trying to thwart our efforts to pull them out of the water. At the end of a chaotic half hour, Steve had pulled in 2, and Bob and I each had 1. We'd already been 400% more successful than our entire first day of fishing.
Not long after, we caught another Mahi Mahi, which Bob pulled in (and which I had a chance to photograph this time).
And not long after that, a line went again, so I pulled in the Barracuda, which Jesus said wasn't very good eating and released back into the ocean. I don't even have a good picture of that guy. -- just this one with Jesus covering most of the fish with his hands -- I guess you don't want a loose Barracuda in your boat.
At that point, Bob and Steve seemed pretty satisfied, although Bob was still chanting, "Here fishy fishy fishy." As we started back, one of the lines went again. Steve jumped up and grabbed the pole and then we saw what he was reeling in -- a huge Sail fish. All of a sudden, Bob wasn't satisfied with is trip anymore. He also wanted a Sail fish. Don't you worry about Bob, though. Before we beached the boat again, he'd have his very own Sail fish to brag about. The Sail fish, like the Barracuda, were released back into the ocean. I think they may be protected or something. In any case, we'd caught a total of 8 fish that day, and the Mahi Mahi would be cooked up by the good folks at the restaurant, so you can't beat that. Back on the beach people swarmed to look at our fish. Vidal and Jesus were boasting about the morning's successful venture.
