Last year my fiance' and I went deep sea fishing off the coast of Puerto Vallarta for Marlin and sailfish. I paid the extra money for a private charter (private head) and got references on our captain. I wanted her experience to be a good one since she was very good about me booking the trip since she knew that it was something that I really wanted to do. (I "sacrificed" a day shopping in town with her the previous day so I figured we were even!
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The morning we left the pier, the ocean looked relatively calm. About ten miles offshore, the winds picked up and the waves got a little rough as our captain was hauling tail to get us to a hotspot. My fiance' was looking greener and greener. I offered to go back with her and she insisted we go. She puked twice watching our mate rig our bait and rods. She was so sick she didn't want to even try. I fished for a few hours and hooked into several nice Mahi-mahi along with a dandy sailfish. It was hard enjoying myself seeing her look so miserable. She finally relented and I asked the mate and capatain to drag up and head home. Neither of them were surprised and I learned that they had taken us to their best spots first because they figured we call it a day early.
The captain boogeyed us back to port as our fish were cleaned courtesy of our mate. Just how this fella was able to get the fish cleaned with such precision as the boat was hauling over and through wave after wave was amazing. Needless to say, they were tipped very well for their efforts.
I'll be back at it the end of next month with my father in law, brother, and buddy. When I asked Sheryl if she wanted to join us on our "boys day out" while she shops in town, she just smiled and said to go ahead without her so I won't have to tip the crew additional funds for the vomit clean-up.
She's amazing!