Cabo San Lucas is certainly beautiful and warm, with blue sky and water and lots of sport fishing. Cabo San Lucas is located on the southern tip of Mexico's
Although the Sea of Cortez is named after Spaniard Captain Hernan Cortez, his navigator Fancisco de Ulloa is credited with discovering Cabo San Lucas in 1537. It has a history of pirates raiding Spanish ships taking treasures back to Spain. A fort was established there and the area was opened up to further exploration. In 1730 a Jesuit mission was built. The biggest obstacle to development was lack of a steady water supply.
That's one of the things I wondered about when I got there-- Where does the fresh water come from? I have since learned that the
We were picked up on the beach by a couple of small boats and then we bought some live bait from another small boat anchored out. You could see many local residents relied upon tourists fishing, just as many worked in the tourist hotels.
After catching a few tuna, the chop was getting to us gringos and we decided to turn back to town. But, on the way the captain spotted a marlin and asked if "we" wanted to catch it. We said okay. This is the way it actually worked-- the captain got his engine running again (it had broken down and we had bobbed up and down in the waves for a while as he tried to fix it, breathing the gasoline fumes, which didn't help a whole lot), quickly got in front of the swimming marlin, got a stiff pole, and then baited a hook and threw it over in front of the marlin (while I steered the boat for him, thankful for having something to hold on to). Sure enough, the marlin grabbed the bait and was hooked-- all thanks to el capitan.
Sam, the other adult in our small fishing party, had caught and reeled in marlins on other trips to Cabo, so he asked if I wanted to reel in this one. Wanting to save face and act like Ernest Hemingway, I agreed. That's when I started identifying with "The Old Man and the Sea." It didn't take days to reel in the marlin, but it still seemed like a long time to this queasy, thristy (my mouth no longer had any spit in it) ol' man. I never felt like giving up-- but maybe secretly hoped the marlin would break loose and free me.
In the Hollywood movie, Spencer Tracy at times almost looks possessed. Note that in the pictures, Spencer Tracy and I are wearing almost the exact same shirt. The similarities don't end there, however. While there is no picture of me, battling the marlin for probably less than 20 minutes, with the exact same possessed expression of a desparate man who had been fighting a fish for days, I'm sure it was there on my face to be seen. (Instead of a fishing line, imagine pulling on a five-mile long drinking straw with the other end in a tall, cool Diet Coke on ice. That's what I was imagining).
Would I do it again? Well, probably not-- although later in the month a couple of friends and I went out on the Pacific Ocean off the Washington coast, fishing for salmon, which will be the subject of another post.