Thursday, December 7, 2017

Los Cabos

most people come to mexico for the beaches





going fishing at sunrise



Los Cabos.......... in spanish means "the capes" all i know for sure is its the end of the baja, and the name of the airport you fly into when you fly to the tip of the baja penninsula. Most Americans think of Cabo San Lucas when they hear Cabo the think of Cabo San Lucas.
actually the larger town is nearby San Jose del Cabo about 20 miles east of "Cabo". It was Here that the fishing hermit came to test his montana trout fishing skills against fish that would eat the biggest trout for lunch and look for more!













no catch and release here!
So i made a reservation on frontier airlines, spent the extra 100 bucks to not have a 5 hour layover in Mexico City and went to visit my Montana fishing partner Jim who has a boat in the San Jose Del Cabo marina, and has a captain, Pedro who has been fishing these waters since he was a "niño pequeño". 

Jim has a condo in La Paz, but prefers to fish in Cabo because this is where the "big" fish generally hang out!
So arrive at Glacier Intl Airport at the butt-crack of dawn, ready for my flight to los cabos, a quick stop in Denver and im heading for the baja.  The stewardess passes out imigration cards and i start to fill it out......
pretty east stuff- nombre? got it, do i have any biologiecal cultures? nope.am i briinging more than 10 grand? please! address of where you are staying in Mexico? hmmmm thats a good question.... (Jim rented a house in san jose del cabo and said come on down!) so I dont know the address.


"please raise your seat backs and prepare for landing........... we're on the ground! now to find the address of where we are staying.......... phone dead! oh shit! am i gonna have to live in the airport like Tom Hanks?
how is Jim going to find me? visions of wandering around the baja looking for a big ole white truck with Montana plates that say "Pelagic".......
notice the license plate

Ok so how do you say "im staying with my friend, he rented a house" in spanish? hmmmmmmm Next the lady says. i walk up,
 she looks at my form.......... where are u staying? wow good ole english! um....... with a friend? ok put ur phone number down...... wow that worked out. now to find jim.............
I saunter through out of the airport look at a few signs people are clutching with names of thier guests on them on the off chance one says "Clay", wouldnt that be easy!
then i hear my name over the din of the noise........ I look over and sitting at the outside bar is jim holding out a cold cerveza. "u want a beer?", he says. ok! im in. next thing i know we are cruising through the baja looking like a lush jungle.


 wow! i say its so much greener than ive ever seen! thats what 25 inches of rain will do Jim says.
(tropical storm dumped up to 28 inches of rain in parts of the baja, and the aftermath was still very apperent




.The result however was spectacular, as the desert flora had been waiting perhaps years for a rainfall, and it was all taking advantage,
flowers, vines, and green was everywhere!




Jims father Vic and his friend Tom were to join  us a few days later....... so back to the airport. Got em then back to the house Jim and Debbie had rented. it was beauiful tile floors, pool, in a gated community, decorated like period movie from the renesceince.
Almost all the pictures were of nude women but none of their faces were visible........... hmmmmmmm and there was a dining room table big enough for all the knights and squires to dine!

Fishing was for yellowfin tuna (which jim calls "pollo", get it?) dorado, wahoo, and marlin. In the Baja, the land may seem dry and desolate, but the waters around Cabo are rich and full of diverse sea life, we saw sealions, sea turtles, and countless types of birds and small fish.
our most impressive fish was a tuna that Tom reeled in, it was a beast probably around 125 lbs, and took him almost an hour to get in the boat. a few times we wondered who the victor was going to be, but Tom bested that pollo!


Marlin are Jims favorite fish, and we fished for them off and on for a week. had a few chances but never got one hooked.













one of my favorite days jim and Debbie and myself took off in the truck and headed into the
mountains, yes i said mountains baja, belive it or not is very mountainous, with peaks rising to over 6000 feet. Add this to the lack of roads and you get a pretty isolated and pristine area.


using my favorite tool google earth i found a road that went to a budhist retreat and theoretically all the way through the mountains. What i hadnt taken into considerations was the recent tropical storm and the devestaion it caused to the roads. For sure we were happy to have Jims big Montana truck!
On the plus side, the rain had left the mountains lush and green with running water where there is probably not any usually.







ok so im going back Dec tenth for round 2 word is hot wahoo and striped marlin bite!
stay tuned!


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