To fly across the country...board a ship and travel a thousand miles... to a destination hundreds of miles from the coast of Mexico. Where the fish are plentiful and waiting to be fought. It takes days of preparation...dreams turn into reality and suddenly the moment has arrived. All the waiting, finding the right time and then saving to go, have come to an end. A trip only a true fisherman can inhale... with a grin that would make a cat blush. A sixteen day odyssey...a short page is only a small taste of a Thanksgiving meal. St. Peter was definately on board this ship...as you will see... The numbers have been surpassed, so there is no reason to calculate the trip into a mathematical equation... leave that for the wanna be's. As for this fisherman it's all still settling into focus... so we'll bite off alittle at a time. I'm still there when I close my eyes and the city sounds become silent. The crystal, neon, blue waters rippling into my memory... the dolphin jumping in total freedom on the Pacific coast of Mexico... |
