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Dragging myself out of bed to make our 5:00 AM fishing trip was not really how I wanted to start my day, but, never wanting to miss out, I headed with the rest of our group, including our new friends, first to pick up the box lunches we'd ordered from our hotel and then to the docks to meet our captain. Slowly we headed out across the Sea of Cortez. We passed Lover's Beach, seals lolling on small rock "islands", and enjoyed a closer look at El Arco.
Soon we were traveling far from land. With the scenery gone, except the sea around us, we began chattering with the hum of the motor in our ears. The captain, in communication with other fishing vessels, kept us posted with how the other fishermen in the area were doing & where we might head, to find our own marlin or tuna.
After what seemed like hours of the humming motor & obnoxious fumes, I made my way to the cabin. A hatch led to the prow of the yacht where Nancy & Karen laid out their towels to soak up some sun. Soon drowsiness & sea-sickness forced me to choose one of the bunks below to sleep it off.
Suddenly I awoke to shouts & commotion just outside the cabin. As I peeked out the door, Shelly was being parked in the perch made for fishing and a pole was placed in her hands. It was already bowing toward the sea. Something was on the other end of the line...something BIG!
Shelly dug in as best she could and hung on for dear life. After wrangling the beast for what seemed like an hour, up from the water splashed the angry tuna.
Now that we had bragging rights, everyone was ready to head for shore. One tuna would be plenty for dinner. The captain took care of the details of delivering our catch to Club Cascadas. They would be preparing our prize. Thankfully, dinner would be ready early. At the appointed time we arrived to our scrumptious tuna served at our own private table on the beach. Hungry & tired, we all dug in. I had no idea tuna could taste so good!
