Last of the fish tales.

So, not to bore anyone with another long fishing story, but we went on to catch two more large sailfish that afternoon - so we both got a chance to reel one in. Sailfish jump out of the water very dramatically, but digital camera delays mean that we have lots of photos - of the splash. Ah well.

Our gringo second mate (Jason) got a little queasy as the afternoon wore on and the wind picked up, so we decided to head in just a little early. We took a couple of passes around some rock shore areas hoping to hook a Wahoo (good eating too) but no luck. We did wind up with enough time to pull into a sheltered beach area and dive off the boat into the green waters of the Golfo Dulce (sweet gulf). Felt great to jump into the water after all that time in the sun.

After giving away half the Mahi Mahi to Darren and Javier, we took our catch home that night (our last night in the beach house) and divided it up between Monika (who took a bunch to Martina who made it the evening's special) and Feather, keeping a couple of pounds for us, which I sauteed up in garlic and butter. YUM. Jason said it was the best $800 dollar fish he ever ate :-)