And when it ain't, thank goodness for the awesome variety that comes from here. That isn't to say we didn't see our share of sickled torpedos, it's just they're taking a break from eating baits with hooks in them.
Wednesday we were at banco by 0730 and we had a great showing of bait and meter marks. Captain Manny, Captain Tony and mate Luis on board. Baby calamaris were plugging the area as well, and this likely had some effect on the tunas. The water was green, really green, and not exactly what I'd call a clean green. But first up was a nice 30lbish Bull that picked our kite bait and then came back for the shiny hook to cement its' reputation the oceans' most intelligent fish.
We stuck around til early afternoon and left for Corbetania but not before scoring 4 of the bigger Cuberas and a couple of the Yellow Eyed snappers that were absolutely incredible when we grilled the whole fish back at Fajita bananas. Here's a couple shots of the tally.

Song Dongy had put out radio fish at the Rock, so we cruised over to check it out, and sure enough it was blown smoke. We made a few drifts and caught a few more snappers and then Manny got a call that some good sized tuna were breaking a few miles to the west. As soon as we got there , a fast moving small school of 60-80lbrs went airborne and then made their exit just as fast. A couple times we got some poppers over them and some cabs to no avail. Even the birds were having problems tracking them, it was funny to watch a six pack of terns all break in different directions and then pull up looking every which way to see who went what way. Anyway, by this time sun was fading and we just didn't have enough time to work them.
Thursday we headed at 240 looking to find a break at 55-60 from the marina but the powers that be had other plans. At 20 miles outside the bay we had 20 knots and solid short stacked whitecaps as far as the eye could see. Our plan was to find clean water and look for sign, but in this crap it would be next impossible. So we made a big turn and headed for a bit south of Cabo Corrientes and basically check out some real estate before we headed for the barn.
Pacifico is running as strong as ever, and hats off to Manny and crew as the boat is as shiny in and out as I've seen it. Being an absent boat owner can be nerve wracking sometimes, and I've seen some beautiful sportfishers roll into Vallarta only to turn into giant messes from lack of upkeep, bad or undependable crew, and a failure to maintain. That's one thing I don't have to worry about anymore, and I'm sure Clarke feels the same way. Thanks compa. Here's a few shots of el barco.

Shot of one of the marias