Our first venture out into the bay of La Paz on Indian Summer, came a few days later when we set off North to Isla Espiritu Santo National Park. A stunning volcanic island, rich with marine life and home to dozens of shallow sheltered anchorages. After a day looking for whalesharks in the bay (unsuccessfully) and night on the hook out at the island, we decided that the conditions were right to try and repeat our success earlier in the week of diving with the hammerheads out at El Bajo. Johnny had sneaked his GPS onto the dive boat and got the location of the sea mount, now all that was needed was to get out there and hope for hammerheads. We decided to troll our lures, as has been the theme all down the Pacific coast in the hope that a fish might bite. So far, after nearly 1500 miles of trolling we had caught 2 fish and trolled 2 lures to destruction. On approaching El Bajo, Johnny joked that he'd seen a big wahoo here during the dive last week and that he looked stupid and hungry enough to take our lures.
About 100m away from the GPS point, BANG! The drag on our big rod started screaming, we looked back to see a huge fish thrashing its tail and whole body out of the water behind the boat – it was him, it was the wahoo! Finally, the great white hunter had a chance to reel in his prize! The fight was a long one, the fish was big and powerful and had a irritating habit of swimming under the boat. Johnny was lucky that the line didn't get broken off on the prop or the keel. After about 15 minutes of running and reeling, we finally saw a flash of colour at the boat. It was huge! On seeing the hull however, the fish took off and it was another 5 minutes before it was back on the surface. An expert gaffing from Mike meant that barring a miracle the wahoo was ours. However in the past Mike has had a tendency to catch a fish, bring it aboard so enthusiastically he has flung it off the other side. Not this time though, Mike decided that this one wasn't getting away and while bringing it aboard managed to hook himself on the same lure that was in the fish's mouth. Yes that's right, we had a 20kg (44 pound) wahoo on board and it was hooked to Mike's arm!.
After performing iki jimi (a good stab in the brain with a sharp spike) on our bounty and making sure he was brown bread, the task turned to getting the hook out of Mike. Despite his best efforts, it would not simply pull out, the barb was taking it's job very seriously and would not give an inch. It was now necessary for Mike to take off his skipper's cap and put on his ship's surgeon white coat. Requesting his a stanley knife and a clean blade (hygiene comes first), Mike was triumphant in cutting the hook out of his arm with the minimum of damage. After this it was picture time with the fish of a lifetime. Very happy crew members then contemplated the myriad of potential meals in the offing. From sashimi to ceviche to fish and chips and beyond, willy the wahoo did not die in vain, in fact he sustained the Indian Summer crew for 7 days with more to spare in the freezer.
Unfortunately our dive on El Bajo afterwards did not produce hammerheads. Despite this we were still all on a high from our fishing success and decided to end the day with a dive at the sea lion colony. It has to be one of the most enjoyable dives we've all ever done. Literally hundreds of sea lions, flying all around you. From the big 3m bulls to tiny pups only about 2 or 3 months old. The babies are amazing, even though they're young they can swim circles around any diver and will shoot all around you, bite your fins, bark, loop the loop. They just have so much fun investigating you and as divers there's nothing else like it, you can literally touch and stroke these little wild animals and they love it and will come back for more! We had an hour of mayhem and chaos in with these guys and loved every minute of it. Like playing with 100 puppies :)