and I should be used to that. Commercial fishing it was called a water haul , my friend Chick once famously said ' we fished today and they were unaware of it '. So, the fact of the matter is that it's the slowest ever I've seen it on the beach but the good news is that my neck is slowly but sure;y allowing me to wander the beach and do what I love...fish, meet people , talk story ya know. so I feel good enough I've gone from an hour onto close to two if I feel like it and the other day I threw my big rod for a couple hours and went fairly pain free through it. So if you ladies at St. Petes Re Hab see this, thank you so much, I'm doing the exercises and stretches and here's the results.
My first Robalo of the season. It's about the fourth one I've had on the hook and the darn things just keep escaping. I had one that bit right at the beach and he just didn't have the hook so it came apart with the first jump and head shake....man it's exciting when that happens. Then just a few hours ago I had one hit at the end of my cast and I set right on time and hard , and yup, he jumped so I could clearly see him and the Mirrolure came flying . The pic below is of the sand carbs that are so thick you hook them just pulling your lure through the sand. The snappers love these guys so they should be everywhere the ' cochita's ' are....and maybe they are and don't need what we fishermen are trying to feed them.
The other morning we had to leave the house so Lorena could clean for us so we jumped the green bus and had breakfeast at Mr. Lionso's on Cerritos point. We walked out to the panga fleet to see how the experts were doing and with true Jethronian timing watched Jose unload the largest Lobster catch I've ever seen. For the peso equivalent of about 25 bucks I got three gorgeous mid sized lobsters....it was a push but me and MP but we ate it all in one setting , the key to that deal is we ate just Langosta, no pesky ol salad or veggies....maybe a little wine of course.
After years of Pandemic cancellations The Marathon of the Pacific was back on Sunday. It's one of our favorite things to walk into the Gold Zone as the runners head towards our house. There's lots of energy and cheering and just simple goodwill going around. This years marathon was a bit watered down, no world class Kenyans and we saw no Banda which is one of my favorite things but its on and that was good enough foe us....Here's team Comacho rooting on their guys and typical athletes....the last pic is the leader with about 10 KM more to go.
So we're into the flow of Mexico now that we're a month in....It feels comfortable and I'm a lucky guy to have found this lifestyle and have the health to do it. The last 3 months have been a struggle for me with physical therapy and some heart wrenching sadness that happens to people in our age group....and although I feel like I've aged 5 years in 3 months I push forward, have to, that's all there is. I've not complained with the everyday pain and MP notices both my resolve as well as when I hurt. The other night I played songs for the building and it was a struggle. I was feeling it when I started and when the set was over so was I....it's kinda changed and that's a good thing I'd say as a tingling itch kind of thing in your face and head and around your ear is easier than spasms that stop you in your tracks...
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