Albino Sailfish?

Albino or dead sailfish that has lost its coloring?

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Hot Rod Fish Mounts!

Ever wonder what a shark would like if it was painted like a hot rod? Well thanks to Jamiz Air Studios, you don’t have to. These unique, hot rod inspired mounted fish (including barracuda, tuna, marlin, sailfish and more) can be yours for as low as $500 USD.

Choose from subtle ghost flames, traditional hot rod flames, tribal flames, realistic fire, or any combination thereof. Since all custom orders are just that, “custom”, you can pick your base, flame, and/or fire colors. For business owners, we can also incorporate your company logo into the design! (See some samples below) We also have some over-the-top “specialty theme” designs. And will gladly try to accommodate any design requests.

To view more crazy designs, check out the gallery.

The Fastest Fish in the World

If you are a freshwater fisherman, you are probably familiar with bass, muskie and trout and their quick bursts of speed and power. However, none of these fish are anywhere close to the fastest fish in the world. The real king of speed, found in saltwater, is the sailfish. Its speed has been measured in excess of 110 km/h (68 mph) over short periods. The marlin and tuna, often considered among the greatest sport fish are miles behind, reaching top speeds of 80 and 74 kph respectively. The fastest fish I have ever caught is the tarpon, which reaches a top speed of 56 kph. You can see a list of the top 10 fastest fish on The Travel Almanac.

The Flying Mobulas of the Sea of Cortez

While living and fishing here in La Paz I’ve seen my fair share of amazing aquatic life, from sea lions, to dolphins, to enormous sailfish. But not much can compare with seeing large groups of mobulas (cousins of the manta ray) breaching the surface, flying 5 to 10 feet in the air spinning and flipping, just out of arms reach. Clive and I tried our best to capture photographs of these amazing creatures, but we were often too focused on the fishing. Luckily for us, Michael Albert was able to capture a handful of amazing photographs.

There couldn’t be more than 60 minutes of light left. My brother begins to set up camp while I scramble to unlash the kayak resting on the roof of my pickup. As my kayak arrows towards the activity, I grow anxious, willing the sun to stay up a just a bit longer. About half an hour later, I am paddling among them, in the middle of a pancake commercial, flapjack-like creatures tumbling over themselves, flying everywhere, some of them off in the distance, some only feet away. From the shore, which is now far away, the impromptu camp too small to be seen, you’d think there were a dozen, maybe twenty, but here, sitting on my kayak surrounded by them, it becomes immediately clear, there were hundreds.

And it isn’t too long before I glance down and I am forced once again to revise upward my earlier figure. I look down into the plankton-rich green water and note that as far as I can see, the ocean is carpeted with the creatures, thick with black flesh. There they are, hundreds of them gliding in unison with each other, a parade of black kites.

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