Hey guys,
Wrote this long article which is now online. I copied a couple of paragraphs below, if you're interested you can click on the link to read the rest. It's the story of when Hughesy and I went to Baha and I landed that 50 pound YT.
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It was 4am on a chilly Californian morning, John behind the wheel of his somewhat trusty SUV, I in the passenger seat, the back filled floor to ceiling with coolers, luggage and spearfishing paraphernalia.
I was about to embark on my maiden voyage through the dusty burrows of Baja, Mexico. John, my captain and muse, would guide me on a ten-day trip in search of the majestic yet bullish Yellowtail Kingfish.
A mixture of excitement and apprehension bubbled beneath the surface. A bachelor of eight years, several trips traveling solo around the world, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd spent 24 hours with another human being, let alone ten days.
And what an odd pair we made. John, an American in his forties; was an affable yet hardy man- a hardcore surfer in his past, a born-again Christian in his present, every crease that adorned his face had a story to tell. He was a happily married man, generous to a fault and a damn good spearfisherman.
To read the full article click here.
Wrote this long article which is now online. I copied a couple of paragraphs below, if you're interested you can click on the link to read the rest. It's the story of when Hughesy and I went to Baha and I landed that 50 pound YT.
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It was 4am on a chilly Californian morning, John behind the wheel of his somewhat trusty SUV, I in the passenger seat, the back filled floor to ceiling with coolers, luggage and spearfishing paraphernalia.
I was about to embark on my maiden voyage through the dusty burrows of Baja, Mexico. John, my captain and muse, would guide me on a ten-day trip in search of the majestic yet bullish Yellowtail Kingfish.
A mixture of excitement and apprehension bubbled beneath the surface. A bachelor of eight years, several trips traveling solo around the world, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd spent 24 hours with another human being, let alone ten days.
And what an odd pair we made. John, an American in his forties; was an affable yet hardy man- a hardcore surfer in his past, a born-again Christian in his present, every crease that adorned his face had a story to tell. He was a happily married man, generous to a fault and a damn good spearfisherman.
To read the full article click here.