Other than the bloody sting ray attack, the waves went flat for a short time. Mostly during the period when I was healing my foot which was ok with me, but still, that usually never happens. In a place known for having the most consistent surf in the world, it was kind of shitty. But for someone like myself who still doesn't know any better, it was awesome. Besides, when the big swells hit I can't surf those waves yet anyhow.
And then there was the fishing. We didn't catch a single fish on the fly on our trip. It was a huge let down. I went to Nica thinking we were just going to kill it! The locals said we were bad luck, but I think that someone told the fish that the Provo bros were coming and they all fled. But seriously, even the locals were catching jack shit. Even the seafood restaurants on the beaches of the pacific, at times had zero fresh fish to serve. Unseasonably cold water and relentless offshore winds were really to blame for our poor showing. But it was not for a lack of trying. We still cruised the beaches looking for Rooster fish, casted off the rocks hoping to lure in a big Cubera snapper, and headed to blue water in hopes of finding sail fish and Dorado on a bait ball. I will still bring my fishing gear every time I visit, because I know there is good fishing to be had in Nicaragua, it may just take a little time to discover.
Here are some images from the Playa Santana area:
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Popoyo outer-reef on July 5th. Barreling
At this point we figured we weren't going to be catching shit. But, you gotta get your bait in the water if you want to have even the slightest chance. As long as the wind was calm, it was a beautiful place to cast a fly rod
Toña tour of Grenada
15th century colonial architecture in Grenada
every night was a different sunset
my incredibly sexy girlfriend
my older brother Justin showing us how its done
finding a moment for myself
tidal pools reflecting color at Playa Santana
Land of the lefts, land of the volcanoes, land of the offshore wind, etc etc.. Sunset land?
the end of another epic session with my bros
^ It took my brother Neil and I a few days to adjust to the immense luxury of the Four Seasons Resort in Punta Mita. After a two month ski bumming marathon, living like true dirt bags, it was a shock to find ourselves living this plush lifestyle. Nobody complained. I'm so happy that my mom was able to come along and experience this place with her three boys.
^ this was supposed to be a surf trip, but after a few google searches I was packing my fly-gear along too.
^ fly fishing from the surf was a new experience for us. While we never linked up with the fabled Rooster fish that Mexican surf fishing can be famous for, we had fun searching. We did manage to catch baby Jack Crevalle, Surgeon fish, leopard Grouper, and missed a few monster needle fish.
^rolling to the surf break
^although the waves were small, we were still able to appreciate the potential. I wish it didn't take me so long to discover Mexico, but now that I've been exposed, I'm positive I will go back.
