Fishhinnnn Time

Dawn patrol a couple of days before the wedding.



With Cpt. Pops and Deckhand Matt



Once we were about 30 miles out, Matt took the helm as Pops readied the rods.



The sun was strong. I took proper precautions.





And the hunt was on....



FISH ON!



It was not a record winning wahoo, but still not too shabby.



That called for a beer fo shooooo....



Then it was Matt's turn.



Nice one.



Pops.



The ride in was fast, loud and fun (as videos will show).



Damn, that is a big dolphin!



Impossible without our Captain.



Greg chopped, sliced and diced the fish. We swam at his place afterwards. Later we had Mexican food and somehow ended up at Longhorn steakhouse, but those stories are best told in person.

Thanks Pops!

Fishin fo sho

Rafa's photos:

The great Brownsville fishing expidition of 2009.

Our haul.

Rafa and I contemplating a carrer in shrimping.

Javier said it would never work.

These are Javier's photos:

I got the biggest fish.

And the smallest.

Javi got a nice Pompano.

So did El Capitan. But no photo. Javier's bad.

Mexico Day 5

Dawn patrol.



On this day, I was hoping to land a tuna or a marlin.





All aboard were hopeful.



Well, most of us.



FISH ON!



Ok, it's not a marlin.



But it looked pretty cool.



We were pretty much skunked though. Most got a fish, but nothing worthy of bringing home. Santiago welcomed us back to the hotel soaked and sacked out.



Portrait time.

Father's Day Fishing