Cute Fish, Goat Trails, the Beach Playboy and a Mandog named Ferrrrrnando

The wait is over but this one is freakin looooong and gonna take multiple postings.  Bear with me folks and check back in as I'll be posting installments throughout the day.


On friday my intention for the weekend was to only fish on sunday but my good buddy Cazadores Reposado set me straight on that one....somewhere in between shots I decided I'd fish on saturday and keep sunday open for whatever option presents itself. Got home pretty close to 3 am and woke up just after 5......redbull and starbucks...game on! 

At 6am I was barreling down the freeway and sent the boys a text message so they'd know to wait for me...."I'm on my way!" ......mooch quickly responds with....."Oh Dear"....I told him if he needs me to stop and pick up a couple chicks I could make it happen.....his response...."but we don't have enough kayaks for them."  Joel has such a one track mind.

Just after 7am I arrive at the gates, no one told me about the secret handshake that gets you in without paying so I shell out the 9 bucks and proceed to the Chateau Warbucks base camp.



I say whats up to everybody but Joel was M.I.A.....I tracked down the sound resembling chainsaws cutting through concrete.....reinforced by steel till I locted the source.


We proceed to the launch where we were met by at least half a dozen friends we never met, never seen before, never ever read a report from.....but they recognize Joel and know of NCKA.....   The problem that isn't, makes itself apparent yet again. Joel, Liz and Frank getting ready.


Water was greasy flat.


Smoke from the fires....ash on the water, the sky was not blue.


Fishing was slow.


Adam hooked an underling that backflipped off his lap and tail slapped him as it bounced off the boat.  Frank was able to make a good swoop on a hitch hiker that Victoria brought to the surface.  Mooch....well he was mooch...fishing 12 feet of water....for what....who knows.  Quote Joel..."hey guys, I can see the bottom at this spot"


Brian G was diving in the same vicinity.  Joel gets the bright idea to paddle over to his yak then hide his paddle in the hatch of his yak.....poor Brian had to tie off a bowline and tow his yak back to shore with his teeth.  He's an animal....joel is a jackass....and I had to clear my name as I was not the culprit in this caper.   

 
 

Can't wait for the next "episode"...   

Mooch....well he was mooch...fishing 12 feet of water....for what....who knows.  Quote Joel..."hey guys, I can see the bottom at this spot"

The night before he had mentioned that another member here had identified that spot as their secret verm spot.   

We're moving around alot trying to cover ground to get located.  Angel and Liz are walking the tightrope that is the Pinnacles MLPA Boundary...you know trying to catch the fsh that allegedly overflow into surrounding areas but only manage to coax a few small blues onto their game clip. Angel reports all fish coming on the teaser tipped with squid.  


I force fed them the iron cause I roll like that.  This was by far the best fight, this bad boy lived to see another day but he might have a limp in his swim for a few days.


Sometime around noon Joel jumps on the horn and anounces that he's done for the day.  I called him a weenie and stayed on the water for a while longer picking off a few blues so I could have at least one meal if I went home.  The surf wasn't surf, to describe it in inches might be an overstatement but Angel still managed to roll in the surf.


It didn't stop him from celebrating his stringer of perch.


The parking lot was packed and the dudes from the beach club working the valet parking were a little pissed at the amount of people blocking things up back there.  Our half dozen friends we've never met, never seen before, never ever read a report from....and us all came in about the same time.  Not good.  As we're packing up our gear Victoria's ling makes an appearance, Joel blushed and strugled to push out a congratulations.  She kicked sand in his face by telling him his little fish were sooooooooooooo cute     We laughed, he sniveled.  She's displayed great moxie, that confidence that borders arrogance, great fisherman posses it and the others lament it.....others being the people who catch cute fish.


We pack up and head back for base camp. We're in the backyard washing down the gear and cleaning fish, Joel goes M.I.A....again.  We follow the sound of jackhammers demo'ing a street and locate the source.


We wake him up and put him to work.


Making sure we left no evidence of fish behind.


Inside, a showdown of epic proportions was shaping up, Brian G versus a superbadass Viking range.  There was pasta and home made pesto sauce flying but a victor emerged.  
Who's the boss?  It sure as hell isn't Tony Danza.


As good as the main event was the undercard.  Angel vs. Modelo, its about time he tested his skills against a non-woman beer (<cough cough Pacifico)


Angel lost.



 




 

 

Brian is making victory laps so he left Joel at the helm.  Its at this point the trip made a turn for the weird.....the Playboy makes his appearance.


Angel Liz and I split to the grocery store to pick up dinner so I don't know the specifics of this situation but something tells me Adam may have been drinking and Mooch-erace went in for the kill....

Angel Liz and I split to the grocery store to pick up dinner so I don't know the specifics of this situation but something tells me Adam may have been drinking and Mooch-erace went in for the kill....


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He told me I could be the BIG SPOON this time....and I fell for it:smt011(again).
 I did have two beers, but I know that had NOTHING to do with it!

We'll leave that between you, mooch and Mrs Fishunter 

.....so we're all kicking back enjoying the comic stylings of Mr. Russel Peters, pretty solid performance.


His routine covers all bases....leaving no racial stone unturned.  While he's reaming Mexicans he goes off on the way Canadian Latin guys speak..... (3.00)


Then we get a knock on the door......oh my, its none other than Fairrrrnando, the mandog.

We get cracking on dinner.  I guess there's an NCKA Contingent that enjoys huddling up on the beach and gulping down Mandogs but not this crew, steaks and tri-tip all the way.  Everyone had a job, cutting, slicing, grilling.....but Mooch went M.I.A. again...so we follow what we think is a wreckingball demolishing a building till we find the source.


Only this time he has company.  The Playboy, Operation Seduce Mandog.....status: SUCCESS! One of the Mandog Munchers is amongst us.


Ferrrrrrnando the Mandog decided to stick around for dinner.


We started throwing back.......well I started throwing back a few beers...Angel drank one and became instantly converted to the smooth flavor of Newcastle.  He love's the English Ale so much he's changing his name from Angel to Anglo.  Ferrrrrrrrnando dug it too.


Mandog was non-stop


And started dancing the Flamenco on the counter tops.




He logged in on NCKA to read Sean's Mega Baja Report....and also to see how many NCKA Mandog Fanboys are online.

i did not see any "cougars" in bed with joel.  i would say there is not a scratch on him!

Dinner was consumed and the party moved outside to the fire pit.



I drank more beer.  Frank is a badass, he's telling us how a junky punk gangbanger tried to do him in with a baseball bat and Frank took it to him in the middle of traffic.....Anglo is telling us that his bedtime is eight oclock and he can't drink anymore.


Mooch joined the party too.....he got rowdy and drank a wine cooler.  (Mooch represents)


The wine cooler fired him up because the Playboy inside was once again unleashed....on poor brian.
 

Mooch kept wispering in his ear and offered him a 5 spot for some reason.


Mandog was offended and sought attention elsewhere.


But Mooch came to his senses and they quickly made up.  Disastrous Love Triangle narrowly averted.




This concludes Day one. Day 2 will have to wait till tomorrow.

P.S. Joel, stop texting me death threats.

Entertaining as always! 

And some Russel Peters to top it off - haven't we also seen something about lawnmowers here before...?

Great friggin report Art!

June 27 / Friday pics....

Got to Stillwater by 10AM...ran late coz of an overturned truck full of puppies on HWY 1.....did the emergency first response thing and and saved all the puppies from doom......anyway, I was able to raise Angel and liz on the VHF and heard they were making their way back with a descent stringer of rockfish WITH a nice cabby to boost...

...despite the previous statement (from ArtG)...Angel did make it to shore without doing the yard sale  ...even the care takers of the golf green (lawn mower men) were cheering on as Angel cleard the deadly ankle slapper beach break. Angel responded to his shore bound buddies with an "HU- RAH!!!" and following up with a proud victory yell "SEMPER FI!!"

June 28 - Saturday pics....

At the launch pad with the crew...