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#1
May 2nd, 2008
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Stay tuned as DB's Sultan of Smooth is back and breathing up for a trip down in Baja for Cinco de Mayo, Yellowtail, Dorado, Pargo, Cabrilla and that Striped Marlin that dared me last year.
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sven Sultan of Smooth "Wherever you go, there you are." - Buckaroo Banzai 
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May 2nd, 2008
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Hey, good to see you back up
 Show us your yellow tail and your striped Marlin, failure isn't an option on a db mission!  When are you off to the warm waters of the south then?
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May 2nd, 2008
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Enjoy Sven!!! Look forward to the bare chested pics of you carrying your catch
when you get back 
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 Stevie once said he thought of you travelling the world on a tide... beautiful thought. Miss you sx
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May 2nd, 2008
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 Welcome back, Uncle Sven! Looking forward to the trip report!
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Deeperblue.net Regional Advisor SexyBatRayLady of the Acronym Queen of the Forest
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#6
May 9th, 2008
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I have seen Jesus, and he's standing next me.
 More as soon as I wade through the mail.
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sven Sultan of Smooth "Wherever you go, there you are." - Buckaroo Banzai
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May 9th, 2008
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May 9th, 2008
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That looks like a mighty fine catch to me
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Stevie once said he thought of you travelling the world on a tide... beautiful thought. Miss you sx
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#9
May 9th, 2008
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Nice ya bastard! Still snow on the lakes here
 Ok I'm just a litle jealous.
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"Live your own life, for you will die your own death" Roman proverb... http://www.beyondselfnow.com/
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May 10th, 2008
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It's been a bear of a year now that I've been off and gone. A couple trophy cases of CNS/DCS, and the usual drama that goes with being me aside, I needed to get outta the digs and remember what it's like to be taken care of in a big way. Answer: Palapas Ventana.
I had gone there for the first time last year and chronicled my exploits here. I recalled feeling about as far from anywhere inside my noggin as I'd ever been, and got a tan and some fish doing it. Called up amigo and jefe of the place, Tim Hatler and it was a done deal. A casual few hours on the plane from here where the spoils are in the soils, over the arm pit that is Los Angeles and across the brown plains of Baja and I was looking at a blue that Crayola wishes they could replicate. A couple of "Holas" later and I was off in the rentawreck through, over and around the circus that is driving in Mexico. (Editor's side note- if there's a four way stop, Sven will go the fifth...) Forty minutes, four wrong turns and a wave at the pretty senorita at the stop sign later, I was back in the comfy cactus boundries of La Ventana, now widely regarded as the place to be if you windsurf and kitesurf. As I do neither, I drove up the road past the wonderful and discomforting roadside shrines and gazed across the 9 mile stretch of the Gulf of California to Isla Cerralvo while my trigger finger itched. Karon, aka "Mom" to Tim and any stray such as yours smoothly, burst out of her place and let me know in no uncertain terms that it'd been too long since last we laughed, and directed me to the casita for the duration of my stay. Not plush, not sparse, just perfect. As we all know based on my experiences there in the past, my expertise in the art of sacking out in a hammock whilst the sun goes down paid big rewards...
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sven Sultan of Smooth "Wherever you go, there you are." - Buckaroo Banzai Last edited by icarus pacific; May 10th, 2008 at 17:49.
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May 10th, 2008
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Send a PM to Stephan Whelan with the particulars and mention this to him. 
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May 10th, 2008
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...and as so often happens, the Sun came up the next morning. Morning held the promise of a smooth ride out to the Isle replete with it's venues of pescatorial splendour and, NOT BEFORE MY COFFEE!!!
 Breakfast courtesy of Mari's comida mas fina was all I remembered. Fresh, made to my liking and if I didn't like it, tough shit! She's a babe in every degree. Tim's newest addition to the staff was Eric, an old friend and co-worker from bygone days doing the tall ship thing, Catalina and transvestite lounges. He lugged my gear into the waiting and warmed-up panga, no small feat seeing as how I brought along the usual 60" Wong Magnum Hybrid meateater sans reel but also a brand new as of the day before SeaSniper Pargo Pounder- 60" of some of the best work to splash the salt water. That and 6 kg of lead to get my senior citizen ass down.  Aboard the panga was old amigo and fellow sober human being, Captain Jesus, aka Nono. He would later be known by this white boy as Captain Fathom, butt more on that later. Off to the norte end of Isla Cerralvo to La Reina where the yellowtail had been seen, speared and sauted. Nada. Off to a super secret location called Bajo Nono. Now here, Eric and I being old salts and smarter than your average turista, decided that the deep drops earlier necessitated that we do a couple exploratory dives, less luggage to see wazzhappenin. I question Captain Jesus about the depth to which he replied in essence, "Don't worry about it."  So yours smoothly leaves the means of defense on la barca and drops. And drops. And drops some more. Being a grad of Kirk and Mandy's school of not needing air for a while, I was getting a tad concerned, but went down some more. By this time I'm thinking, "Jesus!", and I'm not talking about the clown above me in the boat. Finally I level out above the bottom and take a look at the D3 and see well past 80' on the dial. Like around 20' past it. This is where that 6kg of lead comes into play- getting it and the 94kg of me back up to El Sol. I put the C-4's into drive and just waited for the sparkles while I twisted around to see what was what, figuring that if I black out, at least I'll have seen the sights. And right next to me at 70' two healthy and fed jurels, as in Yellowtail, as in Hamachi are looking at me, no doubt taking bets if I'm going to make it. So being the sashimi kind of guy I am, I raised my gun and... waitaminute! Mi pistole es en la barca!!  ?Yo quero pendejo? So remember children, bring the armament regardless. Back on the SS Jesus, I politely as I could, seeing as I was busy doing hook breaths, what the depth was aqui. Captain said something about 15. "FIFTEEN WHAT?? FATHOMES??" "Si."  And so began a long to be continued reference of Captain Jesus, aka Nono, as Captain Fathom. As I explained via my meter long appendage, this was a metro, both appendages-dis is a fathome. "Si."
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sven Sultan of Smooth "Wherever you go, there you are." - Buckaroo Banzai Last edited by icarus pacific; May 10th, 2008 at 17:50.
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May 11th, 2008
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Hey Sven (or so you seem to be called), where are you at man? I live like a few miles from where you're fishing! Any chance you could send me a PM with a few pointers on good places to fish?
Hows this - I'll give you a tip on some fine shore fishing if you want a break from the bigguns. Drive over to ensenada de los muertos (now bajia de los suenos... stupid landscapers) and park by the gigling marlin (restaurant). Then walk all the way to the point. You can walk as far as you want then just hop in the water and spear fish! Even if you dont have a small gun its some spectacular snorkeling.
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