Quite the odd twist today as we could have well been fishing 1800 miles to the southeast based on the
results and signs we saw. Sailfish - schools, individuals, and gaggles that did very little to ignite the
fire in any of us. They were pretty, and a few incidentals that were hooked put on a fine show, but in
this setting they are essentially useless, and are afforded little regard. It was their lucky day
however: we liberated every sailfish landed resisting the urge to render them down for release in a more
locally effective form.
I suppose it may be a disappointment to some but I just couldn't muster the enthusiasm to document the
sailfish extravaganza with a selection of fine images. In all we departed our initial destination
satisfied with the knowledge that there is no need to return while extracting at least some good in the
form of a brimming load of local, easily caught, big baits. To say we are loaded for bear would be an
understatement. All tanks are jugged, the weather is ideal, and we are well prepared. Now it is a simple
matter of finding, then catching, the right ones.