Things were a little spicy this morning here in Mexico and I don’t mean my huevo rancheros for breakfast. At about 3 AM the wind began to roar. So much so that it woke me up and I couldn’t get back to sleep. Not only was my deep sleep time disrupted but the wind also worried me.
Luckily when the sun came up and it was time for fishing we were still able to go. The only issue was we couldn’t do anything like yesterday where we headed north across Ascension Bay. Instead we had to remain behind Punta Pájeros Island and the mangroves of Santa Rosa. At least here we were somewhat shielded from the wind.
It’s a long boat ride to the area of Santa Rosa. Pato knows the place like the back of his hand but it’s 45 minutes of zigzagging all over. If Pato ever fell overboard Jerry and I might be out there for a week before we ever got found!
Unfortunately while the flats were subject to huge winds and clouds, inland Yucatan got the rain and all rivers and creeks were discharging massive amounts of freshwater. Pato took us to where normally he finds tarpon and snook but they were nowhere to be found. There was too much freshwater.
We headed out of the thick mangrove bays to fish a few flats behind the lodge. I rounded up a few bonefish. Today it was Jerry where nothing went right. With the thick clouds overhead it was nearly impossible to see the bones and even with Pato’s great directions on where to cast, Jerry had a tough time. Then when he got hooked up he had the bad luck of either losing the bonefish or breaking off.
Tough angling hours happens to us all. Its those willing to suffer through and keep trying that prevail. We were down to our last five minutes and Jerry came through. Not only did he come through but the bonefish he caught was a “chunker” of a fish. We popped a couple brews for the bumpy ride back to Casa.
Jerry and I had full intentions of fishing the dock after our delicious dinner again tonight. We even took the last bites of desert then went for our rods. We were disappointed that the waves were six footers crashing over the top of the dock. We carelessly walked out and made a few casts but it wasn’t only useless, it was dangerous.
We packed it in early and I’m here in my room working on the blog at 8 PM. I’m fearful that we are going to be screwed on our fishing for the rest of the week. Word has it that Hurricane Iota, tearing its way through Nicaragua and Honduras to the south of us, is serious. This could be yet another saltwater trip threatened by weather. Global warming? Hell year 2020? Whatever it is, it sucks, but we’ll be back at it some way somehow in the morning.
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