Baja
1997
1997 was a different year
for Baja. Corvina were conspicuously absent. Lots of gill netters
may have had an influence. Hurricane Nora made a show at the start
of the el niño season. It made some permanent changes in
the landscape, particularly in the road between San Felipe and
Puertecitos. Here are some of the goings-on and images of 1997:
March
This year, we moved up
to the quarter tide in the middle of March. That turned-out to
be a bad decision. We enjoyed, or I should say didn't enjoy, the
worst fishing of all times. The fish just plain had lockjaw. Amigo
Miguel was down again. We fished long and hard, to no avail. The
water was a yukkie color color of green. I couldn't even get my
rocket to work right. The liftoff sensor malfunctioned and blew
the chute while the rocket was still on the pad.
May
Ol' bud Jerry Giardullo
came down after a long absence. The tides were running high because
of the new moon. The current out at the Seamount was treacherous.
The outgoing tidal bore ripped 6 foot high waves to the south
of the Seamount. We had no luck out at the Seamount, so we trolled
down to the south end of Islote La Poma. The yellowtail action
there was fast and furious. We each caught and released about
20. Chuck, Bruce, and Chris Hopkins were down too, along with
regular Campo owners, Dean & Cathy and Ed & Donna.
October
We were staging to go down
the first week of October, but there was one big problem...Hurricane
Nora. I stayed up until 11:00 PM that night watching the eye progress
over Punta Eugenia near Guerrero Negro, up over the Sierra la
Asamblea, right over our campos. Wind speeds were reported to
be 80 mph sustained with gusts to 110. It wasn't exactly Andrew
or Camille, but our trailers were just sitting on jacks. I fully
expected them to be at least blown down, if not blown away. The
worst damage turned out to be water erosion. The storm reportedly
dumped 14 inches of rain in 24 hours. Anything near a wash was
toast. I wasn't worried in that regard, because we were on high
ground away from washes. Reports from the area were scarce and
varied. One pilot reported there was no trace that a road was
ever there.
Thanksgiving
No Thanksgiving trip this
year. I went back to Ohio and no one else made it either.
Christmas/New
Year's
Ramona came down with us
this year. The road to Gonzaga was repaired and graded. The Puertecitos
road was badly damaged and detours were plentiful. It was windy
and kinda rough. Ramona and Cathy, being landlubbers, hung around
on shore most of the time. I put some rocks in the bow and went
fishing alone. The fishing was good at the Seamount, when you
could get out there. Yellowtail and Black Skipjack Tuna were present.
A nasty wind blew up from offshore one day when Eddie, Donna and
I were out at the Seamount. After a rocky ride back, we made it
to shore. Not a lot of off-shore pictures from this trip, too
rough to get the camera out most days.