Once a blue Moon, my jaded eyes will stumble upon a place that I dream about. I was looking for isolated fishing villages like the pre-Jack Nicklaus golf course era. We found one located between parallel matter-anti-matter worlds. No potable water, no power, no refrigeration except ice brought by the fish mongers trucks. This village was neolithic but hordes of fish and then more fish thrived nearby to ambush the bait fish that traversed this section of the Cortez Sea.
The hotter it gets the bigger the fish but I was satisfied with cabrilla in the 4-8 lbs class all day long and making red lip clams ceviche with clamato and Pacifico beer....outstanding. It was silly to catch these hunger monster. I quit after 2 hours and watched the sun go down.
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