Baja 2007

Baja 2007, our 6th trip south of the border, and despite the fact that the days of having a reasonable stretch of beach to ourselves to stalk big unmolested roosters is most likely a thing of the past (RDTM no doubt), and the increase in barb wire and “propiedad privada” signs that keep popping up in new places, we managed to make a few minor adjustments, deprived our selves of plenty of sleep as usual, fished like animals day after day, and had just as an amazingly great time as ever!

[Baja beach fly fishing, Doug and Brandon fly fishing the sea of cortez surf]
Fishing the home beach the first morning

[Baja beach fly fishing, lizard fish on a fly]
Lizard fish

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing, 5 pound Jack Crevalle]
When a school of Jack Crevalle began tearing up the water and blitzing right at our feet, it didn’t take Brandon long to hook-up with this 5 pounder. Me on the other hand, well… my time would come…

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing, Jack Crevalle double]
When the blitz reappeared it was 100 yards down the beach. Dad was first on the scene, then Brandon, and finally I made it, late again…

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing, medium sized Jack Crevalle]
Another nice 5 pounder for Brandon

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing]
And a 5 pounder for my Dad! But my time would come…

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing, Doug hooked-up at sunrise]
And the following morning it did! A big fish picked up my fly on a blind cast and made an imediate bee-line for mainland Mexico. It didn’t take long before the 200yd splice from gsp to dacron went out the tip top and I was silently cursing myself for using the small, thin-wire hook and no bite tippet. Brandon said it best as the fish continued to slowly take line for what seemed an eternity, ” … such a helpless feeling”.

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing, Doug Squyres with a 26 pound Jack Crevalle]
With the sun now well above the horizon my silent prayers were answered and the fish finally turned. After an unbelievable amount of reeling, an aching forearm, a building bruise in my abdomen and a series of shorter runs, and a lot of beach covered in a back-and-forth, tug-of-war attempt to throw the fish off balance, Brandon eventually got his hand around the wrist of the tail, amazingly at the exact spot it had picked up the fly 45 minutes earlier, back before the sun had shown itself.

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing]
Delirious and still in disbelief that we actually had the fish at hand, Brandon & I lifted it for the boga grip… 26 POUNDS!

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing, Jim Squyres bent rod]
The celebration was short lived as both my Dad and Brandon were anxious to get back to fishing themselves after following me, my bent rod, and my noisy reel up and down the beach with the video camera for the better part of the last hour. I’m not sure if it was my dad’s first, second, or third cast, but the show was back on and it was now his line headed for the mainland!

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing, Jim Squyres bent rod]
The cameras were back out as the show played and this time it was my dad’s turn to experience that helpless feeling of watching your fly line and backing disappear somewhere out in Mexico’s deep blue Sea of Cortez.

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing, Jim Squyres 15 pound Jack Crevalle]
A few hundred yards down the beach and I took the honors of tailng the fish

[Jim Squyres 15 pound Jack Crevalle]
Dad with a 15 pound Jack Crevalle!

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing, Doug with a baby Rooster fish]
This year’s first Rooster! (never mind the size)

[Baja Beach Fly Fishing, baby rooster fish]
The absolute coolest little fish out there, Baby Roosters