So if you haven't noticed, summer is over. If you didn't catch no good sized fish this summer you probably spent too much time on the computer. As for myself, I think I've done well. In order to explain how I was able to accomplish this fantastic task I must take you back to July 31 2016. I flew to Las Vegas to meet up with my dad and travel to San Diego. The San Diego trip was busted but it did lead me closer to my goal of catching a mess of tuna. The first place I went was the tackle store:
I was blown away by how much stuff was stuffed in such a small space. they had millions of dollars worth of fishing tackle in a room the size of my closet and it was all very organized and easy to get to. Compact and efficient this is my explanation of San Diego. So I went to ask somebody what I should get to go catch a bluefin tuna. I talked to a lady she looked like maybe she was from Hawaii or something and she told me that the best bait to use for tuna would be the flat fall jig or the poppers. they say the big ones want the poppers and I was like extacy? and she said no fishing lure poppers:
She also told me the best rod and reels for fishing for tuna on the west coast.
Custom 9-foot rod with Avet reel or the other setup they really like is a Lexa 300 from Daiwa.
So anyways I bought one popper and one flat fall jig, I went and got on a party boat out of San Diego. the party boat broke down and I ended up catching 1 yellowtail.
we left this stupid place with a bunch of gays and people that don't know how to drive boats and went to Mexico. we didn't have enough money to go fishing in california, especially when they don't even know how to drive the boat - it's a lot cheaper to go fishing in Mexico so what the hell we just took off. The Mexican trip was pretty cool till we hit a military checkpoint:
Those a-holes tried to take my whole case of dr. Pepper. we managed to get away with only giving them 3 dr. Peppers but next time I'm going to stash my sodas so they don't see them when we drive up. So anyways we went half way down the coast of Baja California to erendira to try fishing there. no tuna there either. long story short I caught one large Dorado
we really had a good time with the boat captain
on the smuggling boat but we also learned a very important life lesson, fishing is all about casting, according to the guys at Castro's camp. CASTING!
while I was down there at PUERTO SAN ISIDRO I learned a little bit about casting. we took off out of there went to Tecate back to Las Vegas back to the airport back to Texas. so then I'm sitting here for my birthday still no tuna I'm sitting here thinking I'm looking at the weather Summer's over what we do what we do I'm a failure we can never catch tuna you need to know life sucks what the hell so I started to put together another plan.... maybe the reason I haven't caught any tuna yet is because I was taking somebody that has bad luck with me every time. so I figured if I just go by myself and not worry about nobody else I can put myself on the fish and I won't be taking people with me to give me bad luck and complain. Most of the time when we go fishing out of Louisiana and I'm bringing friends and family it's usually just no fishing just bitching. So this time I go it alone. I knew that once I got down there I was going to need to find a deckhand but it's usually pretty easy so when I backed in to Grand Isle there was a guy there and he had one leg. so I told him I said hey do you want to go fishing tomorrow? we're leaving at 4:30 in the morning and going to the floaters! he was like hell yeah I love it! Straight up pirate this guy was. But even though we were able to catch a lot of bait we didn't do very well. A lot of baracudas: