Well, I finally got heartily tired of hearing about everybody else's fish so I decided to go shoot some of my own. Accompanied by the redoubtable El Tiburon, I motored down to San Diego, CA. We hopped into the F350 that gonetobaja uses for his operation and rumbled south. Never in my extended experience have so many little dumb things managed to go wrong, but using my life philosophy "All that being hard to please gets you is less pleasure" we laughed off everything from gouging hoteliers, to chubasco (read mistral, if you're from the Med) to diesel trucks being refueled with gasoline (no, it wasn't me but don't ask, just don't ask!) and still had a great time. In spite of our best efforts, Sven, there are still some fish down there for you next month. I'm the one with the shades, El Tiburon is the guy even bigger than me, Dale (gonetobaja) is holding up a 30+ lb white seabass and the profile shot is the amazing Scott Cassel: Green Beret, trapeze artist, operative for "certain governmental agencies", marine biologist, underwater photographer extraordinary and all-round great guy. Sorry, girls, he's taken.