Mako Bob’s Health and Future Trips

All:

Bob is in the hospital recovering from another foot infection, this time it is in the bone. He will not be going to Mexico anytime soon so his trip to Asuncion and Magdalena Bay have been cancelled. I will post updates as more information is available.

Tight Lines

What’s the wind up to?

Common question is always on our minds when we are heading to paradise – will the wind cooperate with our fishing plans?

Well now we have an excellent tool to find out, and the beauty of it is that it works for all of Baja in a visual format that is easy to interpret.

https://www.windy.com/?namConus,2017-10-21-18,29.978,-114.383,10

 

Short Trip to Paradise

Just got back from Mako-ville – short, but awesome trip.

Head out of San Diego at 3:30am and took 8 East toward Calexico. The convoy was supposed to leave Johnny’s Shell station in El Cajon at 4am, but I had no plans to meet them and instead meet up with everybody at the border as I figured they were ahead of me. Turns out that they all passed me going up the hill in Alpine, so I fell in line with them there. Border crossing was easy as usual, and we pointed the column south towards San Felipe.  Took a quick biological break in the desert outside of San Felipe.

Heading South through the desert the conditions were just beautiful with everything green from the rains that fell a few months ago.

Got to Camp at noon on Saturday to pretty decent conditions.

Tempted to go out, but instead cleaned up camp and got settled…

Got my sleeping arrangements squared away, and set up the Solo Skiff for fishing fun. The Boonedox Landing Gear worked awesome with the new heavy duty struts…

Sunday woke up to massive wind and huge waves. Nobody was going to fish that day, so we made good use of the time by completing the solar system for the place and getting solar panels mounted and adjusted. Now the camp has plenty of power for freezers, radio charging and vacuum sealing.


Monday the weather was just a slight breeze with light chop, so I headed out to the island 5 miles distant at sunrise…

Fishing was fun, threw a flatfall at a boiler rock for awhile, until I got distracted with the outboard tiller and let it fall too far into the rocks and lost it. Tied on a Rapala X-Rap and started getting hammered by the Triggers. Because of the single hooks, only the bigger ones managed to get hooked…

Trolled around for awhile in the lee of the island where the water was flat calm and really enjoyed the scenery…

Just south of that picture is a rock outcropping that was teaming with Sierra and started having fun with them, Just kept two to bring home…

Thought about heading over to La Poma island in back of Isla San Luis, but I had been out there nearly 4 hours and had not seen anybody else, and I did not want to head back there out of radio range all alone. Wondering where the heck everybody was, and since it was my turn to cook dinner for the group, I pointed the stiletto bow of the Solo Skiff towards home.

Arrived at the beach to find the reason nobody was out fishing with me.

The quad was completely dug in and high centered.

Helped get Sivak’s skiff launched, and while I was prepping the smoker for ribs, he and Mako Bob were on the back side of that island hammering the roosterfish. They counted more than 50 of them swimming under their skiff and managed to land a few.
Dinner was awesome, dark nights under the stars counting satellites, awesome. I was so bummed to wake up on Tuesday morning to flat glass conditions and I had to go home because of work.

Already figuring out when I can get back to paradise…

Diabetes

Please, in honor of someone who died from being a diabetic, or is fighting Diabetes, or even had Diabetes , copy, and paste. DO NOT SHARE. Those that know me well will just do it.

Many of the Vietnam veterans that you know were exposed to agent orange.  Most of them contracted Diabetes.  A lot of them are in wheel chairs because of amputations resulting from Diabetes complications.  It is a tough road to hoe.

Loss of mobility means it is difficult to do the things we love, like fishing and going to Baja.  When you have Diabetes you fight it with everything you have, or you give up.  CHOOSE TO FIGHT.  Life is worth living.  Please pass this on, thanks.  Makobob, DIABETIC FOR THE REST OY MY LIFE.

Paradise here we come.

Fifteen of us will be in mako-ville starting Saturday 14 October.  Some will stay a few days, some a week and others will be there the whole two weeks.  All most all of us would like to be there longer.  In my case living in Baja FOREVER would work.

Turn off to camp KM134
Our PARADISE

The weather is forecast to be nice.  Day temps 80’s- low 90’s, nights in the  70’s which will feel cold to some so bring a sweater or jacket.  Sunday afternoon will be the HIGHEST winds of the trip, 15-17 mph.  The rest of the trip winds should be 5-10 mph.  Just enough to keep most of the bugs at bay.

Spring caterpillar, future Flutter By’s.

Two weeks ago there were millions of butterfly’s all over the desert.  At one time I counted over a hundred in front of and following the quad.  The desert was alive with them.  At night the little moths or millers show up, attracted to light.  Even the light of the moon bouncing off your face will attract them.  No-sea-ums will be in the moist beach sands.  Bring Cortisone 10 to releave the itching.

A fishable spot behind Punta Bufeo, reachable by quad.
Looking down 100+ feet to a beautiful rubble reef.

We watched yellowtail feeding here last year.  We even caught some from the beach.  For the big roosters you have to go here.

ROOSTERS at the island

The bigger roosters were at the island last year.  This year who knows where they will be found.  I do know there were schools of 20-40 pounders on OUR beach two weeks ago.

Gentlemen start your engines

Time to launch.  Time to fish,  Time to recharge your batteries.  TIME TO LIVE.  Sea you all soon.  Tight Lines amigos.  Paradise here WE come.

Sometimes

There are times in all our lives when the only thing we need is someone to be there.  Not to solve our problems.  But just for us to know someone truly cares, that can make all the difference in the world.   Always be there for your friends.

Vaquita almost EXTINCT

Another poorly waged battle fought and the war was LOST to our greed.  Another SPECIES dead.  For what?  WHY?

NOW that there appears to be less than 30 Vaquita still alive in the WORLD.  Little can be done to save them.  Small, shy, but beautiful, the Desert porpoise were awesome to sea in the wild.  Their flattened face and racoon like eyes are easy to spot.  Mom’s with their pups not much larger than a football were not an uncommon site in the past.  They were often seen around the San Felipe area.

I saw my first one as a child fishing with my dad and grandpa.  We were on a panga outside San Felipe in 1958.  The panga driver pointed them out to me.  They were quickly gone, very shy.  In 1995 I found one on the beach at Las Encantadas, dead after a storm.  I buried it in the dunes behind mako-ville.

Our brothers and sisters of the sea gave their lives for a Asian aphrodisiac.  Human greed and pleasure killed them.  I am so disappointed in our species.  Will we never learn?

In weeks there will be an attempt to capture the few remaining individuals.  We the arrogant beings we are, will try to breed them in captivity.  If we caught EVERY Vaquita,alive and unstressed there is not enough genetic material to keep their Species alive.  Cross breeding with other small harbour porpoise  whole just give us another hybrid.  The Vaquita as a SPECIES would be gone.

And what pressures would be put on the new Vaquita half-breed?  How long would the new group last before they too were exploited?  WE are killing our planet with our GREED.  The oceans are dying.  Toxic waste is every where, over fishing, trash, our SEAS are dying.  WHEN they DIE so do we!

Maybe the world would be better off without us?  Excuse me for loosing direction.  The Vaquita are gone and I for one am saddened to the bottom of my soul.  WE did this.  WE have not done our part to save them.  Good bye my brothers and sisters in the Sea of Cortez.  I for ONE will miss you.  And many others too.  Bye, Bye.  Yes I am crying, and I know not for whom.

Late start

When you awake to the call of quail in the desert you know that you have over slept.  You can’t remember the dream.  However it left the impression of walking a desert beach at night with a friend.  Baja does that to me.

Sunrise in Paradise

You should have already been on the water.  Day light is burning.  Really need breakfast but it is time to launch.  The fish are calling.

Time to launch

The wind is a little to flaky to head for the island.  You decide on the beach cobble north of camp.  Grab the light weight spinning rod, and the fly rod.  Time to chase the bass.   The spinning rod is rigged with a crocodile.  You tie a Clouser in tan and white on the fly rod.

In the tackle pack you have an assortment of Clousers, Deceivers, and a few Game changers.  A couple Crocks and Castmasters are added to your mix.  You hit the water and start the short pedal to the rubble reef.  Time to fish.

You let your line with the crock drag behind the kayak.  You have less than a mile to the rubble  You catch 3 triggers and 5 small spotted bay bass by the time you arrive.  probably gonna be a busy morning.

The reef at low tide.

With all the small rocks, you know it is a nursery area with lots of small bass.  You move out to deeper water.  20-30 foot deep water holds larger bass.  Out comes the fly rod with a tan and white Clouser.  On your second cast you get a 2+ pound bass, then it is pick, pick, pick.  1/2 to 1 pound bass, and a few 2 pound triggers when you forget to keep the speed of the fly moving faster.  Two hours in you have caught and released 41 fish.  Pretty good morning.

Tide is coming up and is about 2 hours till full tide.  Prime time.  The reef that was showing at low tide is now covered with 8-10 feet of water.  Back to the beach.  Fifty to a hundred feet off the beach you start casting the fly again.  And again start picking spotties as you cast parallel to the beach.  Time to try a different tactic.  I tie on a game changer fly and cast towards the beach.

About ten casts later I am almost back to the boat when I see a follower.  I let the fly sink out.  Pedal the Hobie 180 drive in reverse.  Picking the fly up from the bottom I get slammed.  A few minutes later it is taco time.  Lunch will be a nice fillet of Sculpin of about 3 pounds.  Over the next half hour moore spotties, triggers and a nice Orange Mouth Corvina all eat my fly.

Brian fly casting the same area from the beach with a nice corvina.

Over all a very nice morning.  Lunch will be a Sculpin sandwich made at the restaurant.  Dinner the Corvina will be done in camp.  Wrapped in foil with butter and garlic, salt and pepper, a slice of onion and lemon will finish it up.  Served over rice and a salad it was wonderful.  78 fish were safely caught and released in about 4 hours.  Two were consumed.

Big fish?  No.  But a very nice mornings catch.  Fly and light tackle fishing in Baja is a blast.  Give it a try sometime.  Let me know if and when you want to join us in camp.  Tight Lines amigos.

 

 

Depression after Paradise

I found my self adapting quickly to the simplicity of Makoville.

No cell phone, no tv, no internet, Just time to commune with nature, connect with friends, and eat good food.

I had little thought of work, bills, or traffic. Each day seemed to blend with the last…..

And then , Back to the “civilized world”  The first thing to hit you is the traffic at the border going home, you realize paradise is slipping behind you…

Home late, you get a great sleep after not being in your bed for a week, but that soon ends as the morning rush is on, back to the rat race you go, and you hold the memory of Makoville tight, assuring yourself it was not a dream, and you feel a little sad inside because life should be more like Makoville, and less about what everyone else is grabbing for.

So , you do what you have to, but priorities are a little different now. I will choose to work to live, not live to work, make time for yourself and friends. Strip the complexities of our cyber world as often as you can, and just do it !

So I count the day’s till I can breath Baja again….

 

Sunday is coming

The Church of mako-ville is always open.  Just step outside and look around to sea his miracles.  Services are held anytime and anywhere you are at peace with yourself and nature.  Open your heart to his wonders.

The miracle of water in the desert. Dry lake bed weeks after a storm. Located behind Punta Bufeo.

A collection plate is never passed around at the Church of mako-ville.  Our funding comes from the Love and Joy in YOUR hearts.  When you share our Love of Him and his creations you fund our Church.  Our cup runneth over!!!

The desert Blooms with His LOVE.

Share His LOVE, with family, a friend, or a lover.  Sundays are good, but anytime or anywhere, any day or night.  They all work.  As busy as our lives are, make the time to rejoice with us.  The doors are open, ALWAYS.  Just open them and let HIM in.  YOUR heart is full, share the love.

For me this is HIS Paradise found.

This may not be YOUR personal Paradise.  Yours could be anywhere. Take someone with you the next time you visit your personal PARADISE.  It will grow when it is shared with others and become an even better place to commune with OUR maker.  Share the love, share YOUR LOVE.  Pass it along to others.

Just down the beach from mako-ville.

The Church of mako-ville belongs to all of us.  All denominations are welcome.  Praise Him and His wonders.  Share with others. Always remember, mako-ville is a state of mind we can all SHARE.