Monday, January 14, 2013

Yucatan. Bone, Bone, Bone...

Ascension Bay, Yucatan Peninsula Mexico

Bone Thugs in harmony always annoyed me. Wrapping about "the first of the month, so cash your checks and come one." Braggin' about welfare. The Brits call it "the dole." Now, I find myself on the dole for a family trip to the Mayan Riviera in February courtesy of my generous in-laws. Welfare and bones will come clashing together now, and I'll only have to shell out bones for a bone fish day trip since other expenses will be covered via the dole. The Bone Thugs just moved up to the top of my list.  We're relating.

I have a decision to make, and I would love any help you can offer.  I can travel to Cozumel by ferry to a relatively unsought after flats fishery and save about $150 for guide fees, or I can make the two plus hour trip south to the famed Ascension Bay. Will Cozumel have less pressure and be healthily of the radar, or is Ascension Bay on the radar cause its just plain sick and ripe for flats fishing. Right now I'm leaning towards the bay off of its rep and more professional services. But I will pay more. Anybody have any advice for me from prior experience? Hit me with it.

Google earth shots of my options below.

Cozumel flats

Ascension Bay flats

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Trout Wanted...Only large Browns Need Apply

I don't like eggs.  Unless, said eggs are in a quiche, my special recipe chorizo breakfast burrito's, or brownie batter.  Today was all about eggs in brownies on the Davidson. The Dirty D and it was done dirt cheap.

This first bruiser was the second fish to take the veiled apricot egg in the first 5 minutes, but was the first to hand.

These fellows followed.

This was my first outing in over three months, and I was all smiles.  A nice rainbow similar in size to the fish above was the other big fish of the day, and a half dozen or so others made for a great 5 hours on the water. The river was flowing at 100 cfs and it was overcast and in the 30's.  My buddy heath sweetened the deal by tuning up my reel while on the water.

I noted 2 distinct changes in my fishing after my second child was born.  One, my high sticking fitness level has plummeted.  I left with a fiercely burning right shoulder. Two, I don't always sing on the water, but when I do, it's a great tune from the likes of some super cool band (stay thirsty my friends).  Today however, the words that softly spilled from my mouth were the lyrics from "Go, Diego Go!" Lame.  Maybe its so lame, I could convince someone I'm uber hipster for singing it.  Doubtful.  I found myself singing it at least twice.  I love my kids like crazy, but not the Diego theme song. Here are a couple of other pics.