Cute Fish, Goat Trails, the Pebble Beach Playboy and a Mandog Named Ferrrrrnando

This is a long read and might not make a whole lotta sense to some people but its quality stuff if you've ever read the norcal site.

On friday my intention for the weekend was to only fish on sunday but my good buddy Cazadores Reposado set me straight on that one....somewhere in between shots I decided I'd fish on saturday and keep sunday open for whatever option presents itself. Got home pretty close to 3 am and woke up just after 5......redbull and starbucks...game on! 

At 6am I was barreling down the freeway and sent the boys a text message so they'd know to wait for me...."I'm on my way!" ......mooch quickly responds with....."Oh Dear"....I told him if he needs me to stop and pick up a couple chicks I could make it happen.....his response...."but we don't have enough kayaks for them."  Joel has such a one track mind.

Just after 7am I arrive at the gates, no one told me about the secret handshake that gets you in without paying so I shell out the 9 bucks and proceed to the Chateau Warbucks base camp.



I say whats up to everybody but Joel was M.I.A.....I tracked down the sound resembling chainsaws cutting through concrete.....reinforced by steel till I locted the source.


We proceed to the launch where we were met by at least half a dozen friends we never met, never seen before, never ever read a report from.....but they recognize Joel and know of NCKA.....   The problem that isn't, makes itself apparent yet again. Joel, Liz and Frank getting ready.


Water was greasy flat.


Smoke from the fires....ash on the water, the sky was not blue.


Fishing was slow.


Adam hooked an underling that backflipped off his lap and tail slapped him as it bounced off the boat.  Frank was able to make a good swoop on a hitch hiker that Victoria brought to the surface.  Mooch....well he was mooch...fishing 12 feet of water....for what....who knows.  Quote Joel..."hey guys, I can see the bottom at this spot"


Brian G was diving in the same vicinity.  Joel gets the bright idea to paddle over to his yak then hide his paddle in the hatch of his yak.....poor Brian had to tie off a bowline and tow his yak back to shore with his teeth.  He's an animal....joel is a jackass....and I had to clear my name as I was not the culprit in this caper.   

We're moving around alot trying to cover ground to get located.  Angel and Liz are walking the tightrope that is the Pinnacles MLPA Boundary...you know trying to catch the fsh that allegedly overflow into surrounding areas but only manage to coax a few small blues onto their game clip. Angel reports all fish coming on the teaser tipped with squid.   


I force fed them the iron cause I roll like that.  This was by far the best fight, this bad boy lived to see another day but he might have a limp in his swim for a few days.


Sometime around noon Joel jumps on the horn and anounces that he's done for the day.  I called him a weenie and stayed on the water for a while longer picking off a few blues so I could have at least one meal if I went home.  The surf wasn't surf, to describe it in inches might be an overstatement but Angel still managed to roll in the surf.


It didn't stop him from celebrating his stringer of perch.


The parking lot was packed and the dudes from the beach club working the valet parking were a little pissed at the amount of people blocking things up back there.  Our half dozen friends we've never met, never seen before, never ever read a report from....and us all came in about the same time.  Not good.  As we're packing up our gear Victoria's ling makes an appearance, Joel blushed and strugled to push out a congratulations.  She kicked sand in his face by telling him his little fish were sooooooooooooo cute  :smt005   We laughed, he sniveled.  She's displayed great moxie, that confidence that borders arrogance, great fisherman posses it and the others lament it.....others being the people who catch cute fish.


We pack up and head back for base camp. We're in the backyard washing down the gear and cleaning fish, Joel goes M.I.A....again.  We follow the sound of jackhammers demo'ing a street and locate the source.


We wake him up and put him to work.


Making sure we left no evidence of fish behind.


Inside, a showdown of epic proportions was shaping up, Brian G versus a superbadass Viking range.  There was pasta and home made pesto sauce flying but a victor emerged. 
Who's the boss?  It sure as hell isn't Tony Danza.


As good as the main event was the undercard.  Angel vs. Modelo, its about time he tested his skills against a non-woman beer (<cough cough Pacifico)


Angel lost.


Brian is making victory laps so he left Joel at the helm.  Its at this point the trip made a turn for the weird.....the Playboy makes his appearance.


Angel Liz and I split to the grocery store to pick up dinner so I don't know the specifics of this situation but something tells me Adam may have been drinking and Mooch-erace went in for the kill....


We'll leave that between you, mooch and Mrs Fishunter  :smt001

.....so we're all kicking back enjoying the comic stylings of Mr. Russel Peters, pretty solid performance.


His routine covers all bases....leaving no racial stone unturned.  While he's reaming Mexicans he goes off on the way Canadian Latin guys speak..... (3.00)


Then we get a knock on the door......oh my, its none other than Fairrrrnando, the mandog.


We get cracking on dinner.  I guess there's an NCKA Contingent that enjoys huddling up on the beach and gulping down Mandogs but not this crew, steaks and tri-tip all the way.  Everyone had a job, cutting, slicing, grilling.....but Mooch went M.I.A. again...so we follow what we think is a wreckingball demolishing a building till we find the source.


Only this time he has company.  The Playboy, Operation Seduce Mandog.....status: SUCCESS! One of the Mandog Munchers is amongst us.


Ferrrrrrnando the Mandog decided to stick around for dinner.


We started throwing back.......well I started throwing back a few beers...Angel drank one and became instantly converted to the smooth flavor of Newcastle.  He love's the English Ale so much he's changing his name from Angel to Anglo.  Ferrrrrrrrnando dug it too.


Mandog was non-stop


And started dancing the Flamenco on the counter tops.




He logged in on NCKA to read Sean's Mega Baja Report....and also to see how many NCKA Mandog Fanboys are online.


Dinner was consumed and the party moved outside to the fire pit.



I drank more beer.  Frank is a badass, he's telling us how a junky punk gangbanger tried to do him in with a baseball bat and Frank took it to him in the middle of traffic.....Anglo is telling us that his bedtime is eight oclock and he can't drink anymore.


Mooch joined the party too.....he got rowdy and drank a wine cooler.  (Mooch represents)


The wine cooler fired him up because the Playboy inside was once again unleashed....on poor brian.
 

Mooch kept wispering in his ear and offered him a 5 spot for some reason.


Mandog was offended and sought attention elsewhere.


But Mooch came to his senses and they quickly made up.  Disastrous Love Triangle narrowly averted.



Day 2....

Quote the Mooch on Saturday, "I'm a lover not a fighter"...and he proves it on sunday....love em and leave, thats how he rolls.


And within seconds the playboy moves on to the second love of his life.  Instant Wood.


Mooch couldn't contain himself, who doesn't eat waffles and blocks of cheese for breakfast?


Then he mangasmed when a block of cheddar made an entrance. Mooch, Monetery Jack and Cheddar....threesome, move over Hef.

 
He finished his pre-dive meal and we decided to throw a game plan together. Mooch went M.I.A.....again.  There was a sound resembling garbage trucks colliding into an overturned truck of puppies that were not in fact being saved from doom on hwy 1. We found the source.


We woke him up and got back to the scheeming.  Original plan was to hit spot x but that was a no go so we caravaned down the coast looking for action.


We found this spot.....lurkers keep out.


The goat trail was a nasty S.O.B. It would require teamwork, multiple trips up an down, heavy lifting and ropes but the water was too much to pass up.  We did a quick survey to ensure everyone was game....Art, definitely IN.....Angel, In.....Adam, I'm with you guys.....Brian, Its not that bad I'm in.......Liz, I wanna kill fish, IN!.......Mooch, I think we should try Stillwater again.
 :smt061

.......so we get to work unloading, carrying, climbing but someone was M.I.A.  Joel managed to avoid the community effort to get the gear to the water.







Mooch musta been feeling rejuvinated after striking out with the ladies and scoring the mandog.
 

He had a Little Captain in him......little captain ferrrrrrrrnando  :smt001


We hit the water, 3 of us are diving and 2 are fishing.  Earlier in the day I asked Mooch why he hasn't dove with Fuzz yet.  He says he doesn't know.....but I do.  Here he is in full stealth stalker mode......freestyle swimming the surface, in the middle of a thick kelp bed, with a pole spear in his hand.


I noticed a school of fish hangin on a pinnacle so I called him over to check it out.  He dropped down on it with the grace of a bull elephant.  He gets beneath the fish and lines up on one directly above him and right beneath me.  I didn't think he would actually take the shot but he did....


Ended my day a bit early so I hung in the yak and provided support to the other divers till on of the fisherpeople was done and offered to swap places with me.  So I'm on the horn talking to and looking for the yakkers coming from the outside, finish up the convo and turn around to look for the swimmers....I spot Anglo and Brian but can't find mooch who was prowling really close to the shore rocks.  I asked anglo if he knew where he swam off to and nada.  The area they dove was really small so I paddled around looking for him....I started getting that holy sh*t where is he feeling so I shouted out his name and he pops his head up from behind a rock on shore....he got out without telling anyone.  I was relieved but still a little pissed, NCKA woulda lynched me if I lost their mandog gulping Idol.
Adam and Liz were on the outside doing well.

till one slipped out of her hand.


They cam in and I headed out.  Fishing was slow but I scored a couple for the dinner plate.


It was good rolling with the boys but this was waiting back at home for me so I had to head home.






Thanks for Reading.

 
 

Classic post AG! Thanks for sharing the NorCal madness!

Z

I just got through reading this post on NCKA and here it is again.  I can't escape it. 

Just sharing how we do things further south with my Northwest brethren 

It's a great post, thanks for sharing.    I was a little confused though, did Joel actually shoot you?