We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Cabo is famous for the fishing, but we were out for meat as much as for sport and, as I mentioned, we are not really into hassling the big fish from the big boats anymore. Leave them fish alone!
We set out early with Carlos in his super-ponga to find "Sierra" - Sierra Mackeral (similar to the Atlantic Spanish Mackeral, but larger) - for dinner for ten invitees. We needed the meat but good sport is always the bonus.
I always say, "Huntin' and fishin' ain't shopping." It's a risk to invite people before catching the fish, but it's never failed for me. The Lord provideth the tortillas and the fishes. We caught 8 but really only needed 6, so had leftovers for breakfast. (We Yankees believe in fish for breakfast.)
Being lazy and on vacation, we brought our 8 cleaned and skinned mackeral over to Solomon's Landing on the marina to prepare it for us all for dinner six hours later. Since we supplied the fish, it wasn't a big expense except for the cocktails.
It was a good dinner party. Margueritas the size of bathtubs. Here was the result at 7 pm that evening -
First course: Sierra Ceviche - the best ceviche I have ever had in my life. Sierra is said to be the best fish in the world for ceviche, and I cannot dispute that. I could live on Sierra Ceviche and Margueritas:
After the dynamite ceviche, they brought platters of our Sierras cooked three ways - chef's choice: Fried with coconut, baked with capers, olives and peppers, and baked Rockefeller style (like Oysters Rockefeller) - all wonderful Mexican cooking:
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Picking up a fishing license at 6:30 am (government license guy was 1/2 hour late, of course):
Carlos at the helm, leaving Cabo San Lucas harbor at dawn:
We caught some of our fish trolling, and later some using live sardine baits. Whales kept passing our fishing area, and a Sea Lion appeared and stole a hooked fish from a neighboring boat. Hilarity ensued. Why don't they stay in zoos, where they belong?
That's one of my companions on the left and our Captain Carlos, a 37 year-old grandfather, on the right. He told us "I never liked school. Too hard. I only loved fishing. So I became a fisherman, and learned about the fish." He is rightly proud of his new 150 hp Suzuki engine, which is very quiet and moves his ponga along just fine.
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For a couple of bucks, Mexicans on the dock cleaned and skinned our mackerals while the Pelicanos waited around for scraps -
Then we brought our fillets over to Solomon's to leave them off and to find some wholesome refreshment. Those Pacificos taste darn good in Mexico, with a squirt of fresh lime. We had a couple each ($1.50 US per beer) and then had to get moving before the womenfolk got crabby:
OK, this takes it to a new level of vicarious envy and stuff. Wow, that fish looks tasty, and the warm sunshine better still. Looks like a wonderful and enjoyable vacation. I could use one of those about now, in the gloomy snow and rain and wind. Glad you enjoyed your visit, thanks for for the travel tips.
You have to weatch out for the Humbolt Squids in the Sea of Cortez --they're man-eaters under the right conditions. I saw it on Discovery Channel or somesuch. Little buggers are about man-sized including tentacles, but they'll swarm a bigger prey like a jackal pack.
Pesky sea lions!! First thing this morning we got a call from the Newport Beach Harbor Department about the five partying sea lions hungover on our sailboat. Chased them off, washed all the sea lion residue away and now using that ugly orange snow fencing on the life lines to maybe keep them away. Food looks so good. Starving here with only chips and water. How does sea lion taste?