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.
Yesterday I went fishing again with Fishermen’s Fleet I didn’t have a partner so I was randomly setup with another guy who was alone. My partner ended up being Mike, pictured holding the two massive tuna (click the image to enlarge), not the same Mike in the featured article below. Anyway, Mike was only here on vacation with family and decided to book a one day fishing trip and luckily for him he got me. Maybe I should start working for charters as the beginners good luck charm. The fishing was much slower than my previous trip on the 5th, but once we found the tuna we couldn’t keep the fish away. Mike ended up catching 4 big yellow fin tuna like the ones pictured, and two even bigger bonita tuna that were released.
What did I catch? 2 1/2 tuna. Yea, one was about half the size of the tuna Mike was catching so I’m only going to counting it as half. I still had an awesome time and went home with a smile on my face and a big bag of fresh tuna steaks.
We caught squid for bait, but no Diablo Rojokiller squid this time, but I did get a couple cool videos with my digital camera that I’ll probably upload tonight and post tomorrow.
And as promised here is our new featured fishing log. On October 5th 2005 I booked a trip with David Jones’ Fishermen’s Fleet for myself and two friends who had never been deep sea fishing before. It’s a long story, but had to be told in detail as it’s to date my most memorable fishing trip here in La Paz thus far. Not to mention that I got to take out two good guys to experience why we call it Fishing Fury.
In the van it was the usual conversations you find on these trips. Where are you from? What do you do? Etc. One of the guys kiddingly refers to us as “the new guysâ€, but I explained to him how I’ve been living here for a while and have gone out plenty of times. Since I don’t know this fellows name, we’ll just call him “the weekend warrior†since he later admitted it was his first day fishing on this trip. We’re joking back and forth, and before you know it, the ability to catch fish comes up. He makes a funny comment about our ability, and I kindly replied. “We’ll be looking for you on the beach.â€
By some strange occurance of beginners luck and being dubbed “the new guysâ€. Phil, who has never actually caught a fish in his life, was our lucky charm.
Hello again, i have never been able to wear a hat before because i didn't know how it should go, but thanks to the 3 illustrations on the art of wearing a hat i feel confident now and if i should be lucky enough to win i could wear it knowing it is on correctly!!!...Cheers mate!
A guy at work was telling me about the evening secret and how great it was. so i thought i would check it out. what a scam i got a crappie light that does the same thing. That guy is an asshole anyway i'm gonna tell him its great and see if he actually buys it. haha
I have a friend whose cottage is on Lake Chemong, never fished in it although I've heard all the stories. I was walking in it this weekend past, paddled it too, with Alexander directing.....check out the Curve Lake Powwow sometime!!!!
I worked so hard this weekend, the shirt fell right offen me, so I need that shirt more than ANYONE else!
Love your site!
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Hi all,
I am Dick van Hattem. The men who caught this wonderfull pike in the Netherlands.
The pike was actualy 120 cm long, weight exactly 16.5 kilo's and was caught on a death perch on 10 meter deep water on 27 december 2000.
But now.... the photo was shopped for fun. I had a reading for a fishingclub and this was the last picture of the reading I had for 100 quest. Name of the picture.... I have a dream..... Everybode was laughing. Really funny, never claimed the world record. Because it is not by far.
http://www.metersnoeken.nl/inde x.php?option=com_content&task=s ection&id=13&Itemid=48 here you can find [...]
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