But what about Dorado fishing? Part 3a ( had to split it for the 4k limit) > The boat ride took us about 5 miles past Coronado Island, out in the more > open sea. The depth out there is over a 1000 feet, so it is really deep sea > fishing, or as some call it, bluewater fishing. We had been getting both > internet and local reports about the fishing and all indicated hot Dorado > fishing. We were not to be disappointed. Chencho slowed the boat down and > scanned the water in earnest. Seconds later he made a steering adjustment > and headed for something in the water that neither Jim nor I could see. We > went about a quarter mile and Chencho tossed over a couple of live sardines > from the live well. Nothing for a moment. Then 'Swish!', a green lightning > flash came up from the deep and grabbed the sardine at the sufrace as it > frantically tried to escape by swimming through the air. Then a buddy > "amigo" showed up, then more amigos, maybe a half dozen. They move so fast, > it's impossible to count them. A few more sardines tossed ever and the > frenzy began. > Dorado are beautiful creatures, their neon blue pectoral fins being visable > long before the fish is. They light up neon green and yellow-gold. > Watching for a good canditate with rod in hand and fly ready, I surveyed the > scene of sardine sacrifice. I saw one I liked and flicked out my new squid > pattern about a foot in front of his head, timed for his movement. The > small squid hit the warer, only about a 25' cast, and was instantly inhaled > by this nice 4' long humpheaded bull. I jerked on the fly line to set the > hook, rod pointed directly at the fish. Then I raised the rod slightly > above horizontal, and quickly checked the slack line for interferences, > preparing for the run to come. See part 3b DonO
