Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Boo!


Happy Halloween.

-Doy

Winter Opening Hours...


Here are the winter opening hours:

Opening hours:
Monday - Friday      10.00 - 6.00
Saturday                    9.00 - 6.00
Sundays and Bank Holidays          CLOSED




The evenings are shorter and we might be waking up to frost however it is not all doom and gloom. This is the time the big bass show up along our coastline. We have got some great reports in over the past few days with some seriously tidy fish being landed.

Here is just one of those "big" fish. Kenny, Johnny and Steven were down from Northern Ireland and to be fair the weather didn't play ball for the majority of their trip however the wind swung into the SW on their last day and they made the most of it. Kenny landed this superb 11lb bass along the copper coast to make their long trip down worth while.







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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Do It Right Now

BIG FISH FISHING
Little Fish Fishing
it's all good for five more days
Fishing With Bobber & Spinning Rig Is legal If There Is A Fly At The End Of Your Line.
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.. Join  the fun. Drive in the slush, and ice, and sleet, and rain, and snow, and enjoy the clouds and sun and wind and everything about the next few days. Soon we'll be counting down the 200+ days until we enter the fray of swollen rivers, mud, and potholes. All too soon this year will fade. All too soon the fish will grow and the pain subside.

.. The bite is on like in days of yore and even the Chamber of Commerce can't find words glowing enough.
.. The snows have come: wet, intermittent, slushy, and warm. This is typical for the Fall to Winter transition. It's a bit late this year but not out of the window.
.. The good thing is that the roads in Yellowstone National Park are mostly clear of the white stuff for propitious amounts of time. BUT: be prepared with tire chains and/or snow tires. A couple of more days of balmy 40's and 50's then some grunge for the weekend. How usual.
.. We're in the standard "Late Fishing Frenzy" mode. Folks are anxious and antsy about getting in a few more days of fishing. The fish are agitated and vigorously perusing their sexual mandate.
.. Park staff is eager to leave their summer posts and get gone to warmer climes.
.. Seasonal counter clerks, some on commission, are busy selling wash tubs for nets in an effort get the necessary gas money for a quick getaway on November 6. The scene is hardly that of the post cards portraying the idyllic fishing behavior that is rumored to exist in Yellowstone National Park.
.. There are places where fish are easy to catch. There are places where big fish can be caught. The two are seldom the same. Plan on wearing your cocoon outfit. Plan on cold fingers and the occasional frozen guide, (of the human and chrome and tungsten variety.)
.. There is fantastic surface action on the Firehole River with the Baetis imitation of your choice, (when the little darlings hatch in the dreary overcast fog.) Try BWO and CDC patterns in the smaller sizes = 16 - 20. We like the dinkers tied for the guys at Buzz Basini's shop.
.. When the bugs are not on the top the fish are still eating at a glutinously rate. Use a drowned Baetis and a Prince Nymph of the appropriate size, (= small!)
.. Of course the head hunters of the Madison River are out in force. Many are sporting double fisted Spey Rods that are useful for casting to the pools a full 30 and 40 feet away. It's not a herculean effort since the rod usually covers half the distance to the fish.
.. Most of these fishers have perfected the art of walking right through the deep dark water and kicking the fish in their belly. This is a technique rumored to produce greater spunk and fight in the submarines hiding in the deep spots.
.. Many of the neighbors are seeking fish away from the crowds. Up on the Gallatin River, (which is way too cold to fish,) there are places where only the bears and fishers go. The bears run from the boisterous neighbors and their raunchy limericks. The fish seem to run toward the screaming noises.
.. Try it: "There once was a bear from I stuck it . . ." etc. Best sung in a loud and lilting contralto.
.. Or, the neighborhood favorite: "Here bear! Hear Bear!" it seems that the bears do things opposite from folks.
.. We've been fishing and catching in none of the above mentioned places in Yellowstone National Park. They are not places worth mentioning because folks just don't fish there. So we do.
.. We like the idea of catching several dozen brightly-colored feisty Brook Trout that willingly come to whatever bits of fluff we happen to have. We like the idea of being shielded from the biting winds by a tunnel in the Lodgepole Pines. We enjoy getting in the car with no waders and no cold, wet boots. We enjoy getting home and popping a cold one without the hassle of undressing and re-dressing. We seem to have weird priorities. It must come with age and decrepitude.
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FISH THE WEEDS !!

Monday, October 29, 2012

Wallet Chain Party Time


“We used to party with this guy named Doy.”

Chris popped a nicotine lozenge and shifted the brown Four Runner, accelerating down the hill. The clackacraft tracked tightly behind, playing peak-a-boo in the side view mirror around the back of the truck.

Fly rods jiggled in the magnetic holders on the hood. Streamers hooked in guides fluttered violently in the headwind and I stuck my hands into the pockets of my jacket.

“Doy was a cab driver which was great because he would give us rides in exchange for us taking him to these parties that we would go to.”

We crossed a concrete bridge and I looked at the San Juan River reflecting the warm yellow morning light on the buttery hills.The concrete wooshed under the truck and the low bridge sides echoed the pushing air. The tires made a thunk as we transitioned back to blacktop as the view of the river passed.

“I didn’t know him that well at the time,” Chris continued, “I thought he was pretty quiet, you know? Didn’t say much.”

We turned from the pavement to dirt and passed houses with dogs and chain link fences on sloping hills bracketed by fiery yellow cottonwoods. The sun warmed with nonchalance over tall shadowy sandstone canyon walls.

“So one night Doy drives us to this party, and we are hanging out drinking. Then he disappears for a while, you know like he went to the bathroom or something, but then I hear this guy in the other room say ‘oh no, Doy’s doing it again’ and I look and see that Doy has his dick coming out his fly and has it tucked into his back pocket. And that shit ain’t even stretched, you know? It’s just hanging there like a wallet chain. You know those chains that bikers wear? Yeah, it’s just like that, Just like one of those wallet chains but, you know, his dick.”

Chris laughed and spun around in the dirt lot, pointed the trailer toward the water and shut off the truck.

“Makes sense that he was quiet,” I said. Chris opened his door and looked back over his shoulder.

“Don’t need to say much when you got that going on.”

He laughed again and stepped out into the chilly morning river air to get the boat rigged.

I smiled.

It was a good day.





-Alex who knows the back pocket is way too far away.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

By Request

VERY SIMPLE RECIPE
Rare Ingredients
bring those earth-shattering appetites

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So, O.K., guys and gals here it is:

HUCKLEBURGERS FOR BREAKFAST
* Very fresh ground, freshly-butchered and larded beef;
  -- 4# of sirloin is our base,
* Wild Huckleberry Syrup,
  -- 1/8 cup per pound,
* Wild Huckleberry Barbeque sauce,
  -- For basting while grilling & dressing,
* One extra large egg,
  -- Beaten with a dash of warm water,
* Worcestershire Sauce,
  -- Add to taste, (about one teaspoon per pound.)
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.. With all ingredients at room temperature: in a great big bowl mix the ingredients with your hands. Squeeze the goo through your fingers until it is well mixed and of a uniform consistency. Form patties by hand, roughly 1/2 pound each. Lay patties on waxed paper, (or foil if you must,) for 10 - 15 minutes, (or longer,) until a soft dry rind is formed.
.. Carefully salt and pepper top. Softly place seasoned side down on the grill over embers of dying wood fire. Baste lightly with Wild Huckleberry Barbeque Sauce. When the fat hits the fire with regularity gently turn the patties.
.. Salt and pepper and baste again. When the fat hits the fire again, carefully turn & move the patties to the edge of the heating circle. Peek inside with a pair of forks to see how red and juicy they are. Serve with lightly toasted premium buns and Wild Huckleberry Barbeque Sauce as garnish. (add lettuce, tomato, sweet onions, or beets, to your own personal taste.) Added ingredients tend to mask the delicate flavors of the Wild Huckleberries.
.. Beer is a great accompaniment to any and all burgers. We use cold black coffee with a dram or two of: Galliano, or Sweet Vermouth, or Jameson Irish Whiskey or Tullamore Dew Irish Whiskey, or a fine Scotch Whiskey. Some folks even add clotted cream and sugar . . . .
.. Believe it or don't: this breakfast guarantees phenomenal success during a full day of fishing. Catching is optional.

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.. There's a bit of snow on the ground and the fish are frisky. Baetis of some mysterious sort are still popping on the Firehole River and a new wave of submarines has entered the Madison River in flotilla force and is rapidly moving up stream at flank speed!

Friday, October 26, 2012

SNOW FUN

BREAKFAST BBQ
Have A Huckleburger
it's our own silly tradition
THE BEST BREAKFAST THIS WEEK.
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.. It's not mainstream. It's not fancy, exotic, elitist, or designed to "WOW" our visitors. It is, nevertheless, a damn good hamburger - even if we do eat it at the crack of dawn - in the snow.
.. One of our neighbors owns a little spread just west of town. His annual gift to the neighbors is a bit of freshly butchered choice Angus beef. We always select the hamburger because it's ground together with enough fat to be tasty and produce little fire-popping explosions - you heart healthy folks can cast aspersions as you wish.
LOOK !!!  A wood fire.
.. Juicy, not crispy, is the way we still cook the meat. Pinkish and with lots of carcinogenic wood smoke from the embers that were a fire, not some sort of pressed dung and mastic in little marshmallow shaped turds.
.. In celebration of the Last Week of Fishing in Yellowstone National Park we get up before the dawn cracks. Have some coffee, stomp our feet in the snow, talk about the balmy weather, and start the fire, (we do use gasoline instead of "fire starter" - for shame.)
.. By the time the coals are ready we've become warm and hungry and, have added some "juice" to the coffee - it's another bit of silliness we've concocted.
.. The burgers are served with plebeian accouterments such as salt and pepper and WILD HUCKLEBERRY BARBEQUE SAUCE. This morning we also had some home made french fries and sliced tomatoes. {{Wonder of wonders, there were decent tomatoes at one of the markets in the village.}}
.. Now it's time to load the caravan. We've decided to fish at the same spot this year. That should raise some eyebrows among the traveling hoards that are not visiting the park to fish. We'll monopolize the good water, commandeer the best pull-outs, and become, (for one glorious day,) the absolute asses that we despise and deride for most of the year.
.. Film at eleven.
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Today's Lovely Fall Colors - (as seen at breakfast.)

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Z Fish Report (10/25/12)

This report, during a very slow time of the year for tourism, has become very long, with many interesting and even some controversial topics. I decided to start it out with a table of contents. Ed Kunze (IGFA Representative)

1) Conditions

2) Offshore fishing

3) Inshore fishing

4) The potential disaster to the future of fishing in Zihuatanejo

5) The Billfish Conservation Act becomes law

6) Long line fishing update

7) Calendar and moon phase

Russ Weaver with a 60# class rooster
1) Conditions: The blue water is still just a few hundred yards off the beach, with an average surface temperature of about 84°. The daytime temperatures are averaging about 88° with about 75% humidity and partially clouded skies. The inshore water clarity is spotty and changes overnight. However, the rain season sure appears to be over, and the dirty water flows from the rivers should soon be gone.

Last week Stan Hootman of Pasedena, Texas fished with
Adolfo catching 6 speices and 100 fish in 5 days of fishing. 

2) Offshore fishing: There have been very few fishermen here, so I have no firsthand knowledge. But, Santiago of the super panga Gitana told me the average is still going about 3 to 4 sailfish per boat per day, with a few dorado mixed in. Combined with the fantastic inshore fishing, this is the best October in my 15 years of living here.

3) Inshore fishing: The inshore fishing is still excellent, even though you may have to make a long run to find the roosters.
Ron with one of his 3 fly caught roosters
Starting with this last Sunday, fly fisherman Ron Adler went all the way down south to Puerto Vicente Guerrero with Adolfo on the panga Dos Hermanos. They really found the roosters, and teased 20 back to the boat to within casting distance for the fly rod. It is a learning curve. Ron had the usual “many things go wrong”, but with so many fish teased to the boat he was able to get over the hump, hooking three. His largest was in the 30 pound class, with Ron telling me they are too much work for a guy of his age (70 years old). Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t hook one of the much larger fished teased to the boat.
Russ, with a Vicente Gro. rooster
The next day, Monday, Russ Weaver of Corvallis, Oregon went down to the same areas with Adolfo. They were using spin gear with surface poppers and live bait. The water clarity had turned over on the beach and the large concentrations of roosters were not there, which proves again “every day on the water is an entirely new day”.

They did manage 3 roosters, a nice large jack crevalle, and a couple of sierras. They were targeting roosters, so the sierra action is probably excellent when using light tackle and Rapalas.
Photo by Russ Weaver of the "A" team. Cheva at the wheel,
Adolfo with the bald spot, and Adolfo Jr.
They are heading to points South
For the second day of fishing, on Wednesday, Adolfo suggested to Russ they go up north and try the Ranch. I got a call from Russ at 10:00 AM on Adolfo’s phone. He had caught a very nice 60 pound class rooster, and fish were everywhere. Adolfo told me the water was clean and there was a lot of bait and game fish. But, the surf was high, and the Ranch is a world renowned surfing destination. Several times they went almost vertical going over the large sets coming in. It was “Extreme Fishing”. For those of you who have fished with Cheva, you will understand the conditions when he lost his footing, went airborne, and hit hard on the deck of the bow of the panga with his shoulder. And, you will find it amazing he actually lost the Stella spin reel and the very expensive 10 foot rod over the side at the same time. Did Adolfo cry over a lost outfit?…No, he and Adolfo Jr. teased Cheva without mercy, because like all of us, they had never seen Cheva fall.

Here is what Russ told me when he and our wives dined on the large sierra he got Wednesday. We ate at Lety’s, with the food and service being outstanding, as usual.

We put 10 roosters in the boat (released) including 1 more than 60 pounds and another of similar size, but no photo. We lost 3 to 5 on short releases close to the boat. There were approximately 20 more to the boat, with no hookups. We also got 1 big sierra and 2 big jacks. (The sierra we ate)

Russ told me it was his best day on the water after fishing here for 10 years. He said they are going back up to the Ranch again today (Thursday). I just reminded him to keep his expectations unbiased, as it is a “new day on the water”.

4) The potential disaster to the future of fishing in Zihuatanejo: Mike Bulkly of the super panga Huntress and panga Huntress II (with Captain Francisco) emailed me this:

My fishing friends,
I would like to make you aware of a situation here in Zihuatanejo and solicit your help if possible. The previous mayor, Alejandro Bravo sold the Zihuatanejo pier and the rights to the use of the Bay to Fonatur for reportedly millions of US dollars. (Fonatur is the government agency for tourism in Mexico who developed Ixtapa, Cancun, and others) And, Fonatur has begun a campaign to evict the fishing community, both commercial and sport fishing from the bay by imposing fees and taxes that are so high that the local fishermen cannot afford to pay. Fonatur wants to build the cruise ship pier and needs to get the locals out of the way to accomplish this.

The local fishing and fishing tourism community, through the various cooperatives, are fighting this effort via meetings with Mexican Federal officials and trying to generate public awareness through local radio programs. This, of course, costs money which is in very short supply here. If you like Zihuatanejo the way it is, please consider supporting the effort.
Francisco

I have been looking into this and it appears a treasurer has been assigned the duties to collect funds, a Notary is to make it all legal and keep it honest, and the fight will be in earnest. I will have more information in next week’s report.

Some of the items being protested by the local fishermen are a monthly fee to have a mooring in the Bay, a fee charged for each client to embark on the boat from the pier, a fee for use to even walk out on the pier, the relocation of the night fishermen fishing fleet, and many other items.


5) Billfish Conservation Act becomes law: From the IGFA web site: http://igfa.org/

On October 5, 2012, President Obama signed the Billfish Conservation Act into law, effectively banning the importation of all billfish into the continental United States. The signing marks the culmination of a united undertaking by a diverse coalition of angling and conservation organizations working in cooperation with a bipartisan group of congressional champions. Although there are no commercial fisheries targeting billfish in the US, the US has been the largest importer of billfish in the world, importing about 30,000 billfish annually.

“This is a tremendous success for these highly migratory species,” National Coalition for Marine Conservation (NCMC) President Ken Hinman said. “Marlin, sailfish, and spearfish do not know country boundaries and travel through three of the planet’s oceans. Giving them greater protection in the United States sets the stage for better protection worldwide.”

With the largest buyer out of the market, the NCMC and International Game Fish Association (IGFA), who championed the bill, will now turn their attention to the international challenges facing these imperiled species. And with populations of three species of marlin having declined by more than 50%, their efforts come not a moment too soon.

“Recreational anglers and ocean conservationists have been the primary supporters behind the Billfish Conservation Act,” IGFA President Rob Kramer commented, “and I am confident that with this strong step by the United States, we will be able to raise support for more robust measures elsewhere.”

The support of the Billfish Conservation Act by groups like the American Sportfishing Association, the Center for Coastal Conservation, the Coastal Conservation Association, the Congressional Sportsmen’s Foundation, the Guy Harvey Ocean Foundation, Keep America Fishing, the National Marine Manufacturers Association, OCEARCH and numerous partners in the environmental community played an integral part in the bill’s success.

“We have sound science that indicates that billfish are not doing well on a global level,” IGFA Conservation Director Jason Schratwieser added. “Better international protection for these fish benefits open ocean ecosystems and recreational anglers around the world.”

6) Long line fishing update: The long line situation has been reduced dramatically. Very few sport fishing boats have even seen a long line these last few weeks. However there are a couple of pangas still claiming they will continue fishing illegally, with threats of serious retaliation if they are stopped. It is my understanding the government is putting together a solid case against the renegades, and by the 1st of November, it will be a mute subject.

7) Calendar and moon phase: For a better understanding of our seasons and species of fish here in Ixtapa /Zihuatanejo, please click on this link: http://calendarforfishing.blogspot.mx/








Tuesday, October 23, 2012

End Of The Line

FORGET "PRETTY" DAYS
Welcome Fishy Days
bring your "A" game
THEM WERE THE DAYS. THAT'S STILL THE PLACE!
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.. It's finally hit! What would be called winter in much of our country is now fall in the high country. The neighbors are dancing with glee. Fishing is spectacular in the snow and rain and sleet and grappel and hail. We finally get to wear long pants again.
My What Big Eyes You Have.
.. Some very large streamers and other monstrosities are sprouting on the short, heavy tippets of the fly fishers around here.
.. There are some peculiar habits and attitudes that come to light when the fishers seek the submarines of Fall. One of the most peculiar is the need to tie half of a chicken to the end of the line and call it finesse.
"Cute" little fly.
.. Interestingly the same attitude is called forth when presenting itsey-bitsey flies to the same fish. Right now the fish are eating both extremes and everything in between.
.. We suspect that almost all fishers on the west side rivers in Yellowstone National Park believe, in their innermost being, that they are finessing the fish to hand - no matter what fly they have chosen. We'll let them have it.
.. As is usually the case for this time of year, the neighborhood kids are preparing their Halloween costumes. Most of the costumes are designed to fit comfortably underneath a snow suit. Fishers should take note.
.. There's just a couple weeks left for legal fishing in Yellowstone National Park. Make the most of it. There are surface bugs galore, there are nymphing opportunities everywhere, there are the famous runners of the Madison River, (and other places for those that know,) and there are sheltered roadside pull-outs for telling lies and warming fingers.
.. Grab a double handful of the high country Fall and wade right in. Displace as many fish as possible - it's the social thing to do. Bring a hip flask if you're driving a BMW. Bring a thermos of amber liquid if you're not. If you are serious about this circus you should bring at least an 18-pack per person. Some jerky and stale bread will distinguish the dedicated from the counter crawlers.
.. Remember to fish the shadows. Remember to fish the dark water. Remember to fish the shallows. Remember to fish the seams. Remember to fish the pillow and the cavity. Remember to fish the rocks and downfalls. As a matter of fact - fish it all, you may just stick a fish that hasn't been walked on.
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The Gallatin River is low and the trout are in the dark water. Mostly!

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Countdown

BE HERE NOW
2 Weeks Left For Catching
some snow has spit at us - no stickeee
MADISON RIVER AT THE PARK LINE - VERY FISHY  !!
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.. As the peaks around Hebgen Basin can attest - some snow has fallen in the neighborhood. It even made it to the ground here in town. It melted as soon as it hit the ground. There's none here now. The fish near are here and loving it.
Tradition Will Out  !!
.. It's an interesting thing that's going on right here and right now. The neighbors are smacking the fish in the tributaries and shallow parts of the lakes.
.. The visitors are smacking the low water on the main stem of the Madison River, Gallatin River, Firehole River, and even the Mighty MO!
.. Although the Madison River and the Firehole River are at - OR - just a smidgen below seasonal flows; the Gallatin River is off by quite a bit.
.. Of course the neighbors are clustered around Specimen Creek, Bacon Rind Creek, the West Fork, and other secret debouches along the course of the river.
.. Bears be damned, (carry the spray and sing and dance and fish with a friend,) this is the time of year that Campanula Creek, Grayling Creek, and Duck Creek are visited by sturdy and adventurous souls. Bless them all and the bushels of fish that they catch.
Right Form, Wrong Color, Works Guud !!
.. Despite all of the myriad flies available for catching the migrating submarines of our waters, the Woolly Bugger continues as a favorite fly of the neighbors and visitors alike. We prefer the Snortle or a simple Woolly Worm ourselves.
.. The Curmudgeon Corps in the neighborhood is busy with the entertainment of the hour.
.. Enjoyment, for them, comes in the form of gently poking fun at both the neighbors and visitors who catch enough fish to feed Wyoming - and keep none of them. [[Curmudgeon defined below*]]
.. They, themselves, are busy catching and smoking fish at a rapid pace. Some have even gone to the trouble of seeking the lowland hardwoods for their smoking chores. Alder and Apple are this year's choice.
.. We usually give them a wide berth at this time of year. We will nod if we pass them at the grocery store. We do smile as we wait in line at the post office. We wave to the familiar vehicles on the street.
.. Engaging conversation, however, is reserved for those times, (coming soon,) when they accost us and offer a fish or two - YUM!
.. Well, with just a couple of weeks left for legal fishing in Yellowstone National Park, we're headed up to a shady, undercut bank, on the low-water Gallatin River. Rumor has it there's a flotilla of giant fish engaged in some sort of sexual shenanigans in the adjacent waters.
.. Finally, with a gentle whisper, we do say: "confluence of Nez Perce Creek and Firehole River."
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Afternoon Sunshine + An Undercut Bank + Pea Gravel + Aerated Water = FISH
[[*   ".. A curmudgeon's reputation for malevolence is undeserved. They're neither warped nor evil at heart. They don't hate mankind, just mankind's absurdities. They're just as sensitive and soft-hearted as the next guy, but they hide their vulnerability beneath a crust of misanthropy.
.. They ease the pain by turning hurt into humor.
.. They attack maudlinism because it devalues genuine sentiment.
.. Nature, having failed to equip them with a serviceable denial mechanism, has endowed them with astute perception and sly wit.
.. Curmudgeons are mockers and debunkers whose bitterness is a symptom rather than a disease. They can't compromise their standards and can't manage the suspension of disbelief necessary for feigned cheerfulness. Their awareness is a curse.
.. Perhaps curmudgeons have gotten a bad rap in the same way that the messenger is blamed for the message: they have the temerity to comment on the human condition without apology. They not only refuse to applaud senseless mediocrity, they howl it down with morose glee. Their versions of the truth unsettle us, and we hold it against them, even though they soften it with humor."
- - - JON WINOKUR ]]

Friday, October 19, 2012

Z Fish Report (10/19/12)



I apologize for the delay with the report, but there were just too many things happening this week needing more time to get the information and confirmation of other items. However, everything had a great ending.

The first concern was a panga, which embarks from the beach on Playa Principal and is one of the night fishing fleet, did not come back one morning. A search party was set up with about 10 boats, an airplane from the Navy, and of course the fishermen who had clients were advised to keep their eyes open. After two days they were found 28 miles off Puerto Vicente Guerrero. They had engine problems. Of course they had no radio with them, which would have simplified things, but they were found by a text message they sent to their father. At least they are alive and well.

The second action has been developing for a few weeks now and this week saw it working in full force. The local Navy has finally agreed, and is now enforcing the existing laws to wipe out the long line fishery here. This does not seem to be a short term “show”, but an honest effort to reestablish the fishery here and bring back tourism as a world class fishing destination. A very special “Thanks for doing a great job” needs to be given to Santiago Valdovinos Olea (of the super panga Gitana fame), who spearheaded the movement, getting a lot of help from other captains. Plus, always afraid of retaliation by the long liners, he had to spend many a night in his boat to keep it protected, even on the nights it rained.

I also wonder how much indirect help Santiago had from American Vince Radice from up in San Carlos, Sonora. They have never met, but Vince took a 3 month leave from his work for the sole purpose of stopping long lines for sailfish and dorado. He encountered 150 long lines in Manzanillo and made a video. His meeting with CONPESCA was huge, and to their embarrassment, it was recorded by Vince. Shortly thereafter, CONPESCA actually started confiscating long lines in Manzanillo. Another thanks to another person who wants to save the fishery of Mexico.

The final thing I need to report is the actual fishing report. The fishing is fantastic. It is the best I have ever seen it in an October. And not a single captain saw a long line this week.

The 86° blue water is just off the beach, and according to the Terrafin Satellite photos, the only discolored water is from the heavy releases from the dam on the Rio Balsas up at Lazaro Cardenas.


The sailfish action has exploded. The first indication I had of that was when, early in the week, Mike Bulkly emailed me this: The Sailfish are back. On Monday, Capt. Francisco on the Huntress II released 5 sails between the 18 and 25 mile line on a short charter and had two other hits. The Sails were on the small side, about 15 to 25 kilos, but are very aggressive, often hitting the teaser before switching off to the natural baits. The water is very clean and blue. There is an abundance of forage food in the water and during one of the rain showers; we had small squid, about an inch long, actually jumping in the boat. If you like light tackle sail fishing, now would be a good time to come on down. Another bit of good news is the total absence of long lines. We have seen none in two trips out to the 30 mile line.

And then Adolfo, on the panga Dos Hermanos got in on the action with the first day (Tuesday) basically locating the fish and taking a break from the roosterfish action. They got three sailfish and one 25 pound dorado. Then, on Thursday they went back to the sailfish and released 7 sailfish. I called Adolfo again on Friday morning and he told me to call back later as they were fighting a sailfish, so that answered that question. I wasn’t sure if they went back out today for roosters or not.

Adolfo is fishing with Stan Hootman of Pasadena, Texas for 5 days straight. The two days they fished for roosters they got 18 on Monday and then on Wednesday they got 5 roosters and 8 large jack crevalle. (No wonder they took a break and fished for sailfish; sails do not fight nearly as hard as a big rooster or jack).

Talking to Stan this afternoon at the pier, he told me he also caught a few black skipjack tuna this week, making for a 100 fish week. He said this was one of his best fishing trips ever.

Ed Kunze (IGFA Representative)

For a better understanding of our seasons and species of fish here in Ixtapa /Zihuatanejo, please click on this link: http://calendarforfishing.blogspot.mx/







Tuesday, October 16, 2012

A Blessed Deluge

SNOW ON THE WAY
Fish Now
bring layers

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.. It couldn't be more welcome - - OR - - timely.

Monday, October 15, 2012

life like noodles

He had packed it like a cigarette smoked to the filter and the zipper made a hot noise as it closed like night around day.

SSSSSZZZZZZHHHHHHHHHHHNNAP!

The duffel hit the floor at his feet. A disturbed dust bunny made a break for the safety under the box spring but settled for a discarded leather slipper. He coughed like an afterthought and walked to the kitchen.

He stared at the other packed stuff on table and scratched at the stubble on his cheek. His fingernail found a little scab and he thought absentmindedly about the important things he was probably forgetting.

He picked the scab and examined it closely in the buzzing, greenish light.

He rarely forgot things but when he did he had a tendency to make it something spectacularly important.

He flicked the scab to the carpet and turned to the refrigerator. The door sucked open and the interior was illuminated in yellow long enough to show him again that there was still no sustenance contained within before he closed the door again.

Something tickled his cheek and wiped at it. There was a little blood smear on the back of his hand. He licked it and grunted in agreement and tasted plastic.

He stepped over a wet spot and moved to the sink and squeezed some dish soap into his palm as the hot water struggled through the old copper in the walls.

He tried to scrape what looked like an old noodle from the edge and only succeeded in bending his thumbnail back painfully. He put his hands under the water and flung them away from the lava-hot flow with a yelp.

He bit his knuckle and tasted soap as the space heater hummed on the counter drying his freshly washed hat.

Out the window a light breeze gently pushed the mosquitoes in wobbly circles in the shadows of the carport.

He looked upon the defiant noodlet with contempt.

The hours before a trip were always the longest hours of his life.

-Alex who has long hours, too.

Bluster At Last

FISHING HOT
Catching Good
weather colder and grunger
THE END OF AUTUMN IN THE HIGH COUNTRY
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.. It's been cool for a couple of nights. The low clouds have spit a bit and the sparse electric colors of our gentle and dry Fall are gone.
.. Mustard, brown, rust, amber, gray, leaden, and other late fall descriptors should be in your vocabulary if you visit here. You should also practice words like monster, pretty, giant, kype, streamer, rubber legs, woollywhatever, favorite Baetis, etc.
.. It's popcorn time on the Firehole River. Noses are everywhere and Baetis-Sipping can be heard for yards and yards. Splashing is the order of the day when the afternoon sun is just right and the Caddis take wing in frenzied flight to avoid the airborne trout.
.. The Madison River has been great, even in the sunlight, for the Fall-run fish from Hebgen Reservoir. Fishers have found the dark water in places never before fished. The books are obsolete right now. Some of the giant fish that have been pulled from the Madison River have left holes in the water that took hours to fill in.
.. Of course, if you are like us - and had your fill of the conga line, the upper Firehole River is yielding about 20 neon Brook Trout per hour to any competently presented fly, (above or below the surface:) fewer elbows and shielding from the wind by the dense lodgepole desert, are a Fall delight indeed.
.. The open secret of the week is the Gallatin River. A rig with two nymphs of the Prince variety, (different sizes - mind you,) is the current neighborhood choice. Surprisingly this also coincides with the advice from the counter help at many feather merchants.
.. Again this year, the neighbors are tying the KING PRINCE NYMPH. Runners seem to enjoy large nymphs as much as streamers and Woolly Worms Buggers.
.. The big bends of the Madison River in Yellowstone National Park in the now closed Bakers Hole Campground are being visited by folks willing to walk for their fish - there are many in the deep pools and undercut banks of this "fishy" bit of water.
.. Many of the neighbors believe that the biggest fish from the reservoir will not show until the snow arrives. That could be tonight, tomorrow, or as late as Wednesday. So be it.
.. The poor sister of Fall fishing is showing great form right now. The Gibbon River is nearly devoid of elbows above the falls. There are many unmolested fish eager for a dance partner. Drowned Caddis or Baetis cripples should accompany your standard Adams in the big meadows. Cute little bead head nymphs could yield a Grayling above Norris Campground on either Solfatara Creek or the Gibbon River's skinny, but dark, water. Of course the eager Brookies above Virginia Cascade will dance with any thing they can get in their mouth.
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Forgotten Riffles And Runs Of The Gibbon River Are Solace To Trout

Friday, October 12, 2012

Here they come....

Well it that time of the year when the bigger fish start to make an appearance along our coastline, by far October November and through to December is when you will have your best chance of hooking that fish of a lifetime. So make sure not to put those rods away as some of the best lure fishing can be had over the next 3 months....


Here's Eric with a cracking fish he had today.






Wader Friendly Lodging

FISHERS INVADE WEST
Stay For A Spell
torment a fish or two
Built in wader hangers.
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.. 'Tis a real pleasure, (and just a mite entertaining,) to have visitors from around the globe in town to catch some fish. These are single-minded folks with a pleasant and determined attitude. "Serious" does not go far enough toward describing those involved in the Fall Fishing Frenzy.
.. Of course, (this year anyway,) the salubrious weather has made them just a bit grouchy. They seem to prefer sleet, rain, snow, wind, and fog. Hang on, you'll soon have to dry your waders inside!
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JUST A SKIFF  --  FOR NOW!