...to more easily ignore the noisy neighbors. Just after midnight the sky would usually clear so the stars lit the sky. The seals cruised underwater, creating their own phosphorescent trails of stars.
Most fishing was done with the whaler. It was far more productive to run-n-gun with the dingy, and more fun. I finally figured out how to catch Grouper on the fly rod by giving up on the lunkers we could see along the rocks and fishing deeper water rocks instead.
Every morning a huge school or two of Yellowtail would swim through the bay, and though I was able to get casts to them, they would only follow the jig, never taking it. Frustrating but beautiful to watch over the shallow sandy white bottom. The few times they cornered
a school of bait against the walls of the canyon making a huge commotion I was unable to get there in time to cast, seeing
only the aftermath of a myriad of scales floating to the bottom.
On the morning of our last full day aboard I was still hoping to catch my first Yellowtail.
According to past reading, they would typi- cally appear in late February, though some
reportedly hang around all year. We were planning to anchor the last night in a one-boat
sized bay down on Isla Espiritu Santo, so would fish with the big boat on the way down as we had run the dingy out of fuel on prior days.
