DORADO
PROVIDES GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY
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I studied the white wake made by the lures trolled
behind the boat and, sure enough, there was another perpendicular
white-line wake being made by a dorado approaching the lure at a
90-degree angle. I was amazed by its speed. You could actually see
the fish hit the lure.
When it did, I picked up the fishing rod, set the hook and waited
for another amazing jump.
We caught that first big fish, plus a few smaller ones, on the troll.
But when we spotted a cluster of fishing boats and headed over to
join them, we really got into the action.
I learned that, on big water, the little things mean a lot. There
was a small piece of floating debris, probably part of an old cooler
or buoy. That was all it took to attract the bait fish and, in turn,
the dorado.
Here, we switched to lighter gear to slow-troll live bait, the sardines
we'd bought that morning. You'd thumb the reel on free-spool until
you felt a bite. Then you'd flip on the drag, reel up, set the hook
and wait for another jump. We had non-stop action all afternoon.
I'd say we caught close to 30 fish, from 5 to 40 pounds. We released
most of them but kept a few to eat that night or to freeze and take
home.
I ended the day with another big one that jumped more times than
I could count. But it was at least a dozen.
To have that kind of action all day long, Wroblewski said, as we
motored back to Cabo, it just doesn't get any better than that.
I was more than happy to second that motion.
Next Sunday: Twenty-seven miles out in rough seas for yellowfin
tuna.
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