King O da Kup!! (for a day anyways...)
Day 2-
It had been a year since diving with the brothers Montero, Mike and Andy and the seasons had given them both time to nut up for this year's show. To prove their seriousness, Mike rolled into the first dive day with boat in tow, a belt too short and a major will to win. Buddy and brosero, Rolando carried the gear, shined the fins and generally held back until the water. Then it got ugly.
Out of Homestead, DQBN, Mike and El Rollo and your own Sultan of Smooth survived a full throttle, tabs up and balls to the wall run straight out to water bluer than my toilet bowl and definitely warmer.
Suits on, floatlines out and the Matrix 30's slipped into, I dropped into the stuff of wet dreams. I mean, there are aquariums that don't have this much going on!
Aquiles grumbled about it only being 30 to 50 feet, but took zero time in popping a decent mackeral. Now out in the great Golden West, mackeral are what you use for catfood and bait, but when in Rome...:t El Rollo got done being Mike's lackey and loaded up his Euro to start popping the snappers and triggerfish in attendance and looked very at ease doing it. Major ability points and a genuinely good guy.
I too got into the trigger fray as experiencing their taste at KK03 swayed me from considering them just pretty and got my personal best by just "going a weeways over there" One shot-one fish. Smooth.
And then the Mike backed up his smack to take ownership of the Kup for the day by supplying the boat, being on the receiving end of some serious smack and supplying me with a front seat on the way to Key Largo. Oh yeah, and then he popped this...