Our first day was a wash. The wind persistent wind had brought up cold water and muddied up the shores. We searched high and low for some decent diving but those spots were hard to come by. Still, it was a nice change from some CA diving. One of the spots we tried had patches of palm kelp. The current was running enough for us to keep an eye out for some yellowtails. Unfortunately, they never came in. I took to the reef and found some crevices surprisingly holding tropical spiny lobsters and barred pargos.
Can you spot the kelp parrotfish?
The next morning, we went off shore where the visibility was promised to be better. It was slightly so. Nothing stellar, but enough to send a couple of curious pelagics our way. They didn't all want to play. We had to work hard and coordinate well to convert the few opportunities with these weary fish. Brock from Palapas Ventana did an amazing job keeping us in the right zone. We were able to close out the day with a couple of fatty yellowtails, small wahoos and grouper.
That night, we convened to come up with a better plan. We could stay on the spot. There was enough fish to keep us happy. But the vis wasn't as good as we had hoped and the temp was definitely below what my manly physique was comfortable with. We made a last minute decision to move on and went to bed to the gentle sound of the motors. When I first slipped into that deep blue water and there was no initial jolt from the temp, I thought that maybe it was a dream. Then the first school of wahoos materialized and didn't immediately fade, I knew for sure. Oh well, let's drift a little further into that bliss.
Are you fumbling with your gun? Let me take a look.
On this drift, I heard a gun go off behind me and turned around just in time to see an absolute pig barreling by. It took some time and effort to subdue.
The camo on these fish...
It was one of the best days of diving I've ever had. It was the definition of high-octane nonstop actions. But like everything, it had to end. That night, we cruised back to port with not the usual bruised egos but bruised hands. Daniel dubbed it "wahoo palm". It's a terrible condition, wouldn't wish that upon my enemies.
A nice send-off sequence for the viewers: