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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