A leisurely calm passage up the line poking and spot fishing hard bottom and phantom kelp lines along the way seeking time at the rail for the pure pleasure of fishing. No big trophies today, no tales of grandiose triumph: just fishing. It was a fine way to pass the day logging northerly miles in calm conditions courtesy of the picturesque Baja coast. Sundown found us snuggled up tight to an old favorite point of mine picking away at a bunch of nice bass and getting thumped by a few mystery denizens we can only assume were journeyman groupers. Whatever they were we never managed to land one. It was a beautiful setting to close out the day as the sun set in a crystal clear green flash. Then came the reality check that was as inevitable as the sun rising tomorrow morning.

A sound thrashing was soon metted out following departure by an ocean confused and locally angry. Fortunately the pummeling was very short lived, a couple of hours holding on with both hands only, and served the dual purpose of providing superb contrast and reminding all that this stretch of ocean – any stretch of ocean – can turn on a dime. And the marked change in conditions was expected and prepared for; forecasting in today's day and age is almost unbelievably accurate. So we scraped through virtually unscathed positioning ourselves to take one final crack at those elusive dorado offshore tomorrow. This time though we have an afternoon bail out lined up in the event the effort falls flat. Beautiful weather is on the way so whatever the outcome conditions won't be to blame.

Photo's today feature the Faherty brothers, John and Mike, pulling on, and posing with, the nice grade yellowfin tuna we all enjoyed clobbering a few days back.