After provisioning and checkout the next morning we were under way by 11am, on an
out-going tide, no wind, on vacation, slow cruising out the long channel to deep water burbling along at 1200 RPM. There was cold beer in the fridge, it was a beautiful calm sunny day, we heard there were no fish to chase after, so why hurry?
An hour later, cold beer in hand we cleared Pichilingue and had nothing but glassy smooth 100ft-and-getting-deeper-by-the-minute water ahead of us on our way to Isla Partida.
Wait a minute. There's an area that isn't glassy smooth, it's sort of rippled. Hoa- there’s
a splash...so we sped up a bit and headed over to find a school of small Black Skipjack working. Susan got her spinning rod and a diamond jig and we chased them around for
awhile...there were schools popping up all
over. After a couple hours of fun, we decided
we ought to cover some ground as we had 20 miles yet to go but could still see the harbor we had left that morning.
Barely an hour (and 6 miles later) we had the channel between the mailand and Isla Espiritu
Santo abeam when a familiar looking slow moving V wake appeared on the starboard
bow. I scrambled down to get a rod but— my rods were not put together yet...
