Fishing in Cuyutlán, Colima, México by Don Adams


Fishing in Cuyutlán July 2005 by Don Adams Click on the photos to see enlargements

"I came to repair the roof of the bodega but you were gone.”

“I waited until ten then I went fishing.”

“With who?”

“Waiting or fishing?”

“Fishing.”

“Gil, Hernandez, Chacho, some of the other lifeguards. And Manuel.”

“Ay, mal amigos!”

“Your wife has truly tamed you.”

One thing most of us know is that, in many cases, if more than one person is involved in a fishing enterprise, fishing is not the primary objective. And if you’re planning on spending the day with people, they should be interesting or able to teach you something new. If you can score on both points you’re almost in Guy Nirvana.

True ecstasy requires the mix be seasoned with blood, preferably someone else’s; a small degree of danger; anything powered beyond the limits of manufacturer’s recommendations; any sort of edged utensil or high-powered firearm; and rowdy women who still have all of their own teeth.

Actually, depending on a number of other factors, a full set of teeth can be an optional requirement.

The crew that invited me along meets a number of the standards for a good day away from home.

Unfortunately, here’s how tame it actually was.

And here's how some of the skilled Cuyutlán subsistence fishermen use their throw nets to drag in dinner from the ass-kicker surf early in the mornings or at dusk.