That’s right we’ve uploaded some of our awesome videos to YouFish2.com! This also marks the change in music as the previously used songs are copyrighted and we’re trying to move away from that as we get more popular. I’ve managed to replace a few of the videos on Vimeo, however YouTube fails to allow users to re-upload videos. According to YouTube my only option is to delete the video and start again, loosing all my views, comments, ratings, etc.. YA RIGHT!
Well at least moving forward we can do the right thing. The music in these videos was provided by The Total Camble Experience.
I know you’ve probably seen these videos before, but it spent some extra hours up late getting the audio to match perfectly (or as perfectly as possible) with the video. So please, for the sake of all the sleep I lost, watch them!
I was just checking the website of our good friend David Jones and my attention was immediately caught by the following post!
WORLD RECORD SNAPPER APPROVED
Think back to June, and remember that one Roula Cornell captured a monstrous mullet snapper. You will of course also remember that it weighed in (on official certified scales) at 45.6 pounds, apparently eclipsing the current record of 36 pounds by a metric shit load. Well, as of September 6, 2007, our sources at the IGFA in Florida tell us that his record has been approved. Cornell, who has been saddled with the term “pending” ever sense has been released from this nether world and is now official, unique, and certifiable in his position atop all of the mullet snapper fishermen in the world. Although his life has been a world wind of paparazzi, nubile pursuers, and sycophantic followers since that fateful day, he has maintained his humble “everyman” approach to life and fishing. Here’s hoping that his hat size remains static, and that his world record stands for a long, long time. Congrats R.C.,
Thats right, I’ve finally finished our video compilation from 2005 when we were living and fishing in La Paz, Mexico. I had a limited ammount of footage to work with, due to the pressures of wanting to fish over wanting to film, but we captured some of the greatest moments in Fishing Fury history and I think that this will be the best video thus far. I really wanted this video to feel like our first trip to Cerralvo Island and, at least in my mind, it does. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please let us know what you think.
We wasted no time once we arrived at the beach and immediately jumped in our boat, and Dan into his. We had the same guide as before (Cayo), since he seemed to share our intense passion for catching fish. The sea was a little bit calmer this day and we were able to make very good time getting to our destination. Cayo carved his way through the waves and swells with the precision only a person who had spent their entire life on the ocean could do. The sun beat down hard on us as our guide netted bait fish. It was obvious that today was going to be a very hot day on the water, even though clouds had begun to move in. We lathered up with sun screen and headed for deeper water.
The day started slower then our previous trip. We circled the area for a quite a while before we had our first hit. It was certainly worth the wait when line started peeling off my reel. I had decided to stick with the equipment supplied by Fishermen’s Fleet this time instead of my muskie equipment. Now I was using a nice big Shimano reel spooled with forty pound line. While many anglers use a heavier line for fishing saltwater, all the reels here seemed to be spooled with the forty pound line because the main fish we are targeting (Pargo, commonly known as Snapper) have very good eyesight and don’t hit the bait on heavier line. The only drawback to using only forty pound line is that these fish are extremely strong and can reach over one hundred pounds. They immediately pull straight down into the sharp rocks below, cutting your line. The idea is to chase the fish once hooked and bring in as much line as possible. You can only hope that the fish will head toward deeper water, because if they don’t, you will more then likely loose the fish. I of course learned this first hand after battling a good size pargo for almost five minutes before my line got cut. There isn’t a whole lot you can do when these fish start to run. I tried my best to keep the rod tip up and bring in as much line as possible to no avail. When you try to bring in the fish quickly you risk the chance of breaking the line from stress, but when you reel to slow you run the risk of loosing the fish to the rocks. It requires a very precise mixture of finesse and brute strength.
We arrived at Fishermen’s Fleet after a 15 minute drive from our house. It’s a short and rather uneventful ride down one of the main roads here in the small city of La Paz. David Jones, owner and founder of Fishermen’s Fleet, awaited our arrival at the front doors inviting us in for some coffee and breakfast before we headed out. After a few cups of coffee and some great blueberry bread, the rest of todays fishermen arrived. They were four trout fishermen from Colorado, two wielding some very nice four piece fly rods. We shared a bit about ourselves, and a few fishing stories. They seemed to be rather impressed with our resourcefulness and ability to be living here in La Paz, or anywhere with an Internet connection, but more so (I think) was the realization that we were probably 10 years younger than them. “We must be in the wrong business” one of them said.
At 5:15 we crammed into the van and headed out of La Paz, it wasn’t long before we were beyond the city limits. Now traveling on a seemingly treacherous road encompassed by the rolling blackness from horizon to horizon. The paved serpentine offered no warnings of its perilous nature, instead scattered roadside crosses marked the casualties in a much more meaningful way than any sign could convey. Our veteran driver must have tamed this beast innumerable times as he dodged unseen potholes, crevasses, and the sinuous cliff side turns. I tried to sleep, but the sounds of the road, and those few cups of coffee, were forbidding me from doing so.
The sky, now turning from a pale grey to a wondrous blue in announcement of the rapidly approaching sun illuminated our mountainous silhouette surroundings. As the sun ascended over the mountain tops the desert awoke reaching upwards with an infinite number of cacti fingers. It was a marvelous spectacle to watch as small flocks of birds darted out of their nests and larger predatory birds appeared soring above. It was as if that single ray of sunshine swept the desert with a breath of extraordinary life.
I dug up a few old fishing photos recently, so I figured it would be a good idea to take a look back at the history of Fishing Fury. I’ve been very lucky my entire life to be surrounded by fishermen, both friends and family. When I was 10 or eleven we spent some time [...]
