This is a test, and only a test

[Just Plain John Wayne]

I want to doccument my...OUR, fishing trip, where I mixed business with pleasure.



Ha Ha. this was the day that the US Navy Vessel Swift came to Port and I was leaving on my long planed fishing trip, here we were going out to the boat anchored off the wharf to start a new adventure, and my 9 YO boy JW jr. went as a passenger.



I did not have the chance to meet the Captian or crew members of the Swift, as we sailed the same morning they arrived to Paradise..



Thom, he loves the hat you brought and gave to him...



The four barrels of gasoline were the last things to be loaded on the vessel for use in the overboard motors of the pangas, (skiffs) this stuff scares the shit out of me on the boat, and I don't like it but it is a nessisary risk...(kinda like dinamite in my book)



I towed 5 skiffs with a crew of 5 men each offshore and the 8 aboard my vessel made an active crew of 33 men going to sea to look for and catch fish.





And one excited little boy and his Dad.......





These were our intended targets, and the test proved out positive.. I will say not more because it being a commerical interprize details of the "Test" are privilaged information...



Of course doing the night fishing I made him use him personalized PFD to make his mother feel better. (he knows well how to swim)



Dam (and not the river kind) thing, Maihi Maihi, or Dorado, of Dolphin nearly snached his little sorry ass overboard, I at least made him wear his safety whistle....



Here he boated a nice Cobia, now this fish makes a nice subistitute for Tuna in a salad...



I see all those pictures of sunsets from the Pacific side so I just had to include one of the Atlantic side, Port is some 90 miles in that direction....At this point in the trip..



And yes the sea birds knew where to find an evenging meal when it got to be (gutting out time)





Each skiffs fish were graded and weighed when landed on the mother boat, then Iced in the hold for transport to Port.



This was the bycatch of Kingfish, Wahoo,and Barricuda, salted and dried for personal use by the fishermen to take home...an old tradition that still carries on, man they make a hell of a rundown soup out of it.



It was a good time had by all and on the way back we all relaxed from the exertion...



I don't want ya ta think it was all roses, it was brutal for me but what the hell, I volentered for the job...I went willingly...

Fishercigarman, your day is coming, and one day soon, you gonna make your boy's moma worry too!

[tresfrijoles]

So whens the BBQ

[catahoula fan]

pictures are fantastic! I especially like the little skipper shots. He's sooo cute.

Fish look great...I'm gettin' hungry already!

[Just Plain John Wayne]

When you muster the guts to come to The Dangerous Atlantic Coast, THAT is when the BBQ will be.....I always have "Something" ready to put on for friends...

[Just Plain John Wayne]

pictures are fantastic! I especially like the little skipper shots. He's sooo cute.

Fish look great...I'm gettin' hungry already!

Yea he is gonna be a lady killer like his Dad....

[Jonh]

I like the throttle lock.

The PFD is good at night so you can see him bobbing in the water.

[El Doc]

Yea he is gonna be a lady killer like his Dad....

You killed a lady?

I guess that's why you stopped writing the saga . . . . self incrimination.

[travelling man]

John that is one proud looking fishermen. It looks that all had a good time and all that fish made me sad. I haven’t had any good fish to eat since I left port. All I can get here is in whole fish is tilapia and I am dam tired of it. SO much so I loaded up the whole tribe and went looking for fishing whole to catch my own fresh fish. Now let me state I am by no means any good at fishing, I like to fish and have gone out several times with a friend , which he was the only one to catch a fish . Me I always caught everything else trees, shoes, tires ,and I even caught a boat that was passing bye. Now I did always manage to catch a great big buzz, maybe that’s why I did so poor. ANY way I took the honey and the three girls out to catch some fish, the little one Mya hounded me for days after I first mentioned I was going to take them fishing. Every day it was daddy are we going fishing. (I got called in to work for a week when I was off). I got all the girls and the wife poles all set up and baited which when they saw me put the worm all lost interest except for the oldest Jayni. The wife took her pole with out bait and went to whipping the piss out t of the water, I tried to show her it just took a light flick of the wrist but that was talking to a wall when a Miskito gets something in their head about what they know there isn’t nothing in the world that will sway it other wise. So after I got the kids poles untangled for the third time I finally cast my first line and it was a beautiful high arching cast and no trees this time and of course a gave the wife a smug look like this is how it is done. After the 8th time of untangling the kids poles I told them just to go swimming which they were very happy to do. So off to the side away from all of my screaming children I went to try and catch a fish and low and behold I caught what the locals call a red eye which they say is part of the blue gill family it was about a pound. Now this is the first fish that I have caught in years and I was already having dreams of the wife frying it up Nic style. Well the youngens were really wound up about me catching a fish they had to see it and touch it were the two youngest were pushing and shoving each other to get to the fish and in the process it fell back into the crick, so much for my dream. Well it started getting late and everyone was getting hungry so we packed it up and headed home. For supper we stopped at Micky Dees and got fish sands I was determined to have fish that night. But all in all we had a great time and the kids really enjoyed them selves and are dying to go fishing again when I get back home. Although I think I am going to do what you said John take one at a time.

[Little Corn Tom]

Next time try a cane pole. It never gets tangled. My Mom used to out fish me all the time using a cane pole. My sister REFUSED to touch a worm and finally we all got tired of baiting her hook and told her to just get over it. Well, she did not get over it but managed to lay the worm out on a log and then spear it a couple of times with the hook and finally fished that way. Caught many a bluegill and catfish that way down at the crick.

[travelling man]

Thanks LCT I'll give that a try although i don't think my littlest one will give up her Dora pole. Also any suggestions to avoid getting hooked.

[Little Corn Tom]

1. Get a cane pole and paint it pink and write Dora on it someplace.

2. You will have to ask my brother because he heaved a big cast one day and hooked my Mom in the ear. Man she was pissed.

Reminds me of one of the stupidest things I ever did.

I was standing in our street practising casting with just a sinker and caught the sinker in a tree over my head. Well I pulled and nothing happened. So I pulled really hard and walked away from the tree. Well some law of physics took over and the sinker let loose from the tree and followed the vector that described the line and hit me in the back of the head. Very, very bloody encounter with a piece of lead. It hurt for days.

My Mom said "You'll live ....dumbass". Maybe that's why I am on TRN today.

[Just Plain John Wayne]

[B]LCT, you have knack for touching old memory cells.....

Dad had given us for Christmas rods with the ¨Mitchel¨spinning reels on them and Billy´s dad gave him one with a Penn reel on it and we were doing the same $hit....

Practicing casting...Billy´s had a malfunction and the lead whacked me right in the gut...

Some things you don´t never forget....[]

[El Doc]

1. Get a cane pole and paint it pink and write Dora on it someplace.

That's the kind of solution my mom would have come up with!

Two slices of bread, a thick hamburger patty, a clice of cheese, some bellpepper and mayonaise. Now shut up and eat your Big Mac!

[Little Corn Tom]

"But Mom...you look great with a Hula Popper for an earing"

She'da killed him.

[marlies]

In a previous life, I escorted groups of fly fishermen to exclusive resorts around the world as an "outfitting services manager." On one trip to a private island/fishing camp in Central America, I invited my (then) boyfriend, a commercial fisherman, on the trip. I was required to fish one day with each of my clients. When I got the chance to fish with my "boyfriend" and we lost our first hook, I stepped up and said... "let me tie this hook onto the leader for you" as I had been groomed to perfect all of the complex knots for tapering flyfishing leaders, etc. He turned to me and said, "do you know how many *#*ing hooks I have tied onto a line in my lifetime?"

Merle became the superstar of the group, many of which flew in on their own private jets, and taught everyone he fished with how to handline with flyline & flyfishing leaders!

My boss was mortified!

[Just Plain John Wayne]

GOD, Marlies.....I dont like this post.....I LOVE IT....

I cannopt hardly see the keyboard for laughting----

[Little Corn Tom]

The first time I went to the Bahamas (from Ohio), I went to Treasure Cay. I went bottom fishing with some locals and took my spinning outfit. They took handlines. After a little while, they were catching all of the fish.

By the end of the day my spinning outfit was on the deck of the boat and I was hand lining my line with the rest of them. Next year I had my OWN handline. Screw the spinning outfit.

[Just Plain John Wayne]

THAT is the very reason I started my boy´s out on the hand lines, F*ck that fancy stuff.....

[Little Corn Tom]

In a previous life, I escorted groups of fly fishermen to exclusive resorts around the world as an "outfitting services manager." On one trip to a private island/fishing camp in Central America, I invited my (then) boyfriend, a commercial fisherman, on the trip. I was required to fish one day with each of my clients. When I got the chance to fish with my "boyfriend" and we lost our first hook, I stepped up and said... "let me tie this hook onto the leader for you" as I had been groomed to perfect all of the complex knots for tapering flyfishing leaders, etc. He turned to me and said, "do you know how many *#*ing hooks I have tied onto a line in my lifetime?"

Merle became the superstar of the group, many of which flew in on their own private jets, and taught everyone he fished with how to handline with flyline & flyfishing leaders!

My boss was mortified!

handling with their flyrods on the deck is more than I can stand!

ROFLMFAO

[JGiraldezB]

THAT is the very reason I started my boy´s out on the hand lines, F*ck that fancy stuff.....

back in, lets see 2001, I took 4 lawyers from Houston fishing out on Cayos Miskitos. They were all fly fishermen and brought a lot of fancy equipment.

The captain and the cook/deck hand used handlines.

Everytime we stopped they dropped their lines and pulled out three or four fish at once and the lawyers kept asking the captain what was his count on catches so far.....three days and 185 plus fish caught by the catain and his mate versus 19 strikes and five catches from the four lawyers. 2 Barracudas, 2 bonefish and one mean ass blow fish!!!!!!!!!!Man was he pissed (the blowfish) Actually that was the day I ran into JPJW at the supermarket in port.

Have a look at the last page of this old article I wrote:
http://www.latinworld.com/magazine/atlanticcoast8.htm