The fact that Jose was still waiting for us at the dock, more than an hour after sunset, was surprising. When I saw the digital camera in his hand I knew why. â€œHow bigâ€? I asked. He ignored me and asked how weâ€™d done. â€œTerribleâ€, I responded, â€œNow letâ€™s see it Joseâ€. With a sly smirk he coyly responded, â€œSee what? Why are you getting in so late? We were worried. Letâ€™s go eatâ€.
The torture continued on the way to the restaurant, over fajitas, back at the trailer, and over coffee the following morning. In short, the spot theyâ€™d chosen to duck out of the wind just so happened to be chalk-full of big, hungry, double-digit fish, the apex of which was an immaculate 30+ pounder! Though the pictures are great, the story that accompanies them is second to none, unfortunately, itâ€™s not mine to tell and one that only Jose can rightfully do justice.
By morning the wind was gone but it was still bitter cold outside. I took the opportunity to brew an extra couple cups of coffee and fill a third travel mug. Though both Brandon & I drink our coffee black, I dumped as many sugar packs as I could find into the additional mug.
As I opened the trailer door to brave the cold and make my coffee run to Joseâ€™s truck, there he was standing in the doorway about to knock. I handed him the steaming mug, he smiled, took a sip, and then laughed, â€œI will take you to the spotâ€.
Between 2 boats & 4 fly lines it didnâ€™t take long at all to scour last nightâ€™s bucket to determine that indeed, the fish had moved out. We hadnâ€™t really expected them to still be there, but itâ€™s one of those things that if you donâ€™t check it will be in the back of your mind all day, â€œwhat ifâ€¦ â€œ.
We went our separate ways for the most part at this point and Jose & Gabriel found some nice fish scattered throughout the day.