The 2004 Baja Adventures of Two Canadian's Part 7
Part 7 Fishing in Baja!!
On February 19, we awoke super early, lazed around our pool having coffee and some breakfast. When we went to the beach ready for the day, the handy
beach bag was packed, with all one would need for a relax at the beach: Sunscreen, hats, towels, sandwiches, water, beer, books, beer and of course
more beer snorkeling equipment and money!!
We found our spot on the beach, made ourselves totally at home cracked open a beer and sat in the warming sun, watching people and the ocean. “It
doesn’t get much better than this” Todd said to me. I had to agree, the pungent smell of salt, seaweed, dead fish and suntan oil was almost hypnotic.
The warmth of the sun on our now darkening bodies was magical. The sound of the roaring crash of waves as they hit the beach was awe inspiring.
Several beers later, we were more than toasty warm, and decided to play in the ocean. Body surfing has always been fun for me, I love the feeling of
absolute terror when your pretty sure you are going to get smashed into the bottom of the ocean floor, tumbled around like you are in an industrial
dryer, and then spit up on shore!! The first few times was a blast, Todd and I, probably not quite as sober as when we first set up camp on the
beach, would get washed up on shore, squeal with laughter and run back into the ocean to body surf back in again. Around the third or fourth time, I
was washed ashore, I stood up and suddenly my chest area felt quite chilly. I looked down and yes, the top part of my bikini was wrapped around my
neck like some sort of scarf. Now I have had two kids, after child birth not much embarrasses you, this however did. Much to my dismay around 200
tourists were sitting on the beach almost directly in front of me, starring at me. Some were laughing; some were trying to get their children to look
away, and some where staring in absolute disbelief. I decided to try to muster the utmost in self respect, pulled my top down, tried very hard to do
a nonchalant walk back to my towel, and crack another beer. I was quite sure that we wouldn’t have enough beer on the beach to make me comfortable in
that situation.
After our supply of sandwiches and beer were diminished we decided to head into town to get some real food into us, and more beer. We packed up our
garbage and belongs on off we went. When we parked our car, we were parked in front of a shop that was advertising fishing. We went in and talked to
the gentlemen. We learned that his name was Ritter, he seemed very nice and very reputable, we made our arrangements to meet him at this location,
and we would go fishing bright and early the next morning. That accomplished we wobbled our way to supper. We went back to our favorite restaurant
and sat up on the roof top terrace. While up there, two Mexican men started talking to us. Before long we were old friends, buying beers,
margarita’s and shots of tequila for each other. Now I was more than a little happy before we went for supper, so by this time I was Very happy as
somewhere along the way of chatting and playing pool with our new friends, we had forgotten to order supper! We were sitting and finishing up yet
another margarita when over the edge, I spotted the cutest dog I had ever seen. As in typical Baja fashion this dog probably had about 25 different
breeds in it, but I could not resist. I was up and squealing like a little girl, and running down the stairs to pick up and love this dog. When I
got to the bottom of the stairs, I was talking to the gentleman who accosted people as they walked down the street to see if they would like to eat in
such and such a restaurant. I found out that this dog’s name was Tri-Ped, and he lived on that corner. The owner of the restaurant feed him scraps
and leftovers every night, and once a year took him to the vet to get his shots, de-wormed etc. I also found out that Tri-Ped’s girlfriend (a
Chihuahua, c-cker Spaniel mix) lived on the corner opposite him and was expecting babies!!! Well in my drunken stupor I scooped up Tri-Ped and
proceeded to march him right up to the roof top terrace where he soon snuggled down on my lap and occasional gave me a kiss, while I had a few more
drinks.
By the time midnight rolled around, I was more than ready to go home, we had to be up and at our location to meet Ritter our fishing guy at 6:00 am.
Dog in one arm, and husband in the other off we went to our car. Once we got to the car, Todd told me it was time to say good bye to Tri-Ped, and to
get in the car. That was when I informed him, I loved Tri-Ped, and I was taking him home to be my pet. After much arguing back and forth Todd gave
up and told me and Tri-Ped to get in the car. I was overjoyed, me and my new best friend were going to have all sorts of adventures in Baja. This
was going to be the best dog that anyone had ever had. I didn’t care that he was jumping with flea’s I would go to the market tomorrow and get flea
powder, Todd would grow to love him it would be wonderful!!! We got to our hotel, and I promptly fell asleep, only to be rudely awoken at 5:00 in the
morning by Tri-Ped letting me know that he really had to go outside. Still wobbly from the night before (actually it was only about 4 hours since we
had stumbled into bed), I got up and let Tri-Ped outside, where he promptly did his business give me a look, and start running down the road. Where
was my best friend going? What about all the adventures we were to have? I was secretly crushed inside, but was beginning to sober up, and realized
that I probably wouldn’t be able to take Tri-Ped home, and even if I did, the poor boy would freeze to death by the time it got to our house in
Saskatoon, where it was currently -30.
We managed to get up and meet Ritter at the appointed time. Got out to where all the panga’s were lined up, met our Capitan, helped push out the boat
and were on our way. Now usually I’m very comfortable in a boat, but apparently drinking for over 12 hours and consuming quite a bit of tequila does
not a good sailor make!!! When we finally made it to our destination and put our lines in the water, I was beginning to relax. The bone jarring,
chilly trip out here was worth it I started to realize. The sun was warming me I was relaxing, I was about to ask Todd how he was doing when WHAM, my
first fish struck. We had incredible luck that day. The Capitan couldn’t keep up with releasing fish, and my arms were getting tired. I asked Todd
if he would real in my last fish and he told me no way, just as I was about to ask the Capitan, Todd told him not to, that I had to real it in. I
must say I have never had so much fun fishing as I did on that particular day.
The ride home was somewhat of an adventure. I was dozing off in the sun when suddenly I felt the boat come to a stop. We were facing the beach and
the Capitan seemed to be watching the waves. Suddenly he gunned it and we flew up onto the beach. I seriously think I might have peed my pants a
little bit.
After the adventure of the day before and today, I was exhausted, and couldn’t wait to see what lay in store for us tomorrow.
[Edited on 4-10-2007 by Bajagypsy]
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