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Fishing Reports
Dances with Roosters
January 04, 2006
Posted by Boxcar
Atlanta, Ga 30319
Email: threepoundbrown@hotmail.com
Current Report
While fly fishing the East
Cape area of Mexico, I was
at a spot on the beach where
a rip current and wind were
forming waves at about four
to six feet. Pinned against
these waves and a waning
tide, and fearful of the
deeper water a few yards
out, a school of nervous
Lady fish had assembled in a
bait-ball. With a Scott nine
weight S3 in hand, and an
Abel 9, I had only walked a
hundred yards down the beach
away from the mutant fly -
fishing freaks I call my
friends.
After casting to this
bait- ball, I managed to
tease a large Rooster to the
beach. However, I was denied
the final gulp.... and even
after getting some comb. I
then realized that denial
was not just a river in
Egypt. In fact, I briefly
came to believe that it
often runs near the East
Cape!
Still shaking from the
shot, and eager to shirk the
flounder, I threw out my
rasta de Boxcar, and, in the
uptake on my re-cast, I
hooked a ladyfish. Dammit.
But no sooner had I stripped
in my line to play the
ladyfish, than I felt a
larger pull... I watched my
line run way out from under
the large breaking wave to
deep blue water. Either this
ladyfish was a suicide fish
for such along foray into
the deep, or I had fed
something large that did not
want to let go. I put some
heat on it and my line went
slack.
second cast:
hooked another lady.
Played the lady a little
light to see what, and Bam.
Two 35-40 pounders all lit
up and pissed started
chasing my leaping lady fish
that is now fleeing in an
incoming breaker and headed
straight at me. While still
attached to my fly, the wave
broke, and the Angry Pez
Gallos relentlessly pursued
the bounding lady fish to my
feet in a flurry of missed
swipes and lunges. I did
what came natural and dove
out of the way.
As the wave now receeded,
the lady fish got again
airborne right at me, and in
a frenzy, the Roosters were
now tailwalking and
flopping at my feet. To an
onlooker it would have been
a sight. Some long haired
hippy gringo dancin' around
like some circus act
conductor with two large
angry Roosterfish in a foot
of water.
That little ladyfish
didn't appreciate the way I
kept her in the thick of
things either. With my rod,
playing her into the path of
the Roosters in between
dance steps, one Rooster
finally closed his huge
mouth around the lady before
the other had his chance.I
then watched as the
rooster tore out line,
shadowed by his pack-mate,
refusing to let go of the
fish he had just taken. Even
as my line ran out to over
three hundred yards, the
defiant Rooster would still
remain on course for Cuba.
finally, the fish would turn
and another another twenty
minutes would pass as he
finally mangled the poor
fish in his mouth or simply
le go of his side of the
game of tug o war. I spent
the next ten to fifteen
minutes reeling in line to
get my fix again. I still
had to try to hook one. Not
that I consider what I was
doing to be fly fishing , I
had simply morphed into the
fishing style of the
locals... only with nicer
tackle.
Third cast:
After re-tying the same
rasta de jour, I caught yet
another experimental lady.
This time one Rooster came
in, perhaps the one without
the sore mouth, and spanked
that little ladyfish in
another breaker in front and
again sealed the deal at my
feet. Thirty-five to forty
minutes later, I landed her
and she was about 35-40 lbs.
of Rooster. After I unhooked
her I set her free and will
forever remain thankful for
the chance to dance with
Roosters.
Boxcar
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