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Tuna!

3/22/2016

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It was almost time to leave Costa Rica, we went fishing with Lazlo again.  Dad and I woke up at 4:30 AM to meet him at the boat ramp at five AM.  Two other people father and daughter, were joining us this time.  Lazlo drove us an hour and a half back up the coast until we were near the shipping port of Limon, but still well off from the shore.  Thankfully he ocean was much calmer than the last time we ventured out.  As soon as we arrived, we rigged four lines with big blue and pink trolling lures. Not even five minutes went by before we got our first bite!  It wasn't the easiest fish to reel in and it gave a decent fight.  When we discovered what it was, we were all cheering.  It turned out to be a ten pound yellow-fin tuna, which was the choice fish out of what we could catch!  Roughly every five minutes we would get another one on, sometimes two or three at the same time!  None of the tuna were much bigger than ten pounds, but when you are endlessly reeling them in that doesn't really matter.  In the middle of the day the tuna started to slow down and not bite as often.  By then we had caught nineteen tuna and still had three hours of fishing ahead of us.  However, there was a problem.  The electrical wires inside the boat started to smoke.

Lazlo immediately turned off the engine and spent over ten minutes inside the helm of the boat trying to figure out what was wrong.  After several guess and check theories he decided a wire that is part of the main computer's system was fried.  He tried unplugging it but every time we turned on the engine the computer thought something was wrong and it immediately shut off.  Lazlo spent another thirty minutes trying to fix the new problem without luck.  A local fishing boat was within earshot, so we thought, so we all tried yelling for it to come over and help us.  Dad even climbed onto the small roof of the boat and waved a bright orange life jacket back and forth.  Nothing caught the other boat's attention.  After Lazlo had called one of his friends to tow us home, he tried turning the engine on one last time just for grins. It purred to life and stayed on.  He immediately took advantage of the situation and drove us home as fast as he could before the boat could shut down again.  Later that night Mom and Dad went to his restaurant and he made them different tuna dishes.  They both agreed it was the best fish they have had in a long time!
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Tarpon Fishing

3/17/2016

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After Lake Arenal we drove seven hours all the way to the south eastern part of Costa Rica on the Caribbean side.  The second day there Dad and I went out fishing with a guide for tarpon.  Dad has never caught a tarpon and it is on his fishing "bucket list".  We were on the water by seven.  On the way to the main tarpon-fishing area, we stopped at a spot that was teeming with small baitfish.  Every once in a while we would see a humongous tarpon roll at the surface (they go to the surface and "roll" because they are air breathers and are taking a breath of air).  They were all around us feeding.  We fly-fished for half an hour but we didn't have a single bite.  Our guide decided to move on to the Sixoala River, which is the main tarpon fishing spot, but when we arrived we found nothing at all.  We traveled back to the first spot that we had found and fly-fished there for another three hours and still didn't get a single bite!  The only fish we caught were two jacks when we tried trolling in the area.

We headed back from lunch with a new plan.  Arriving  back for the afternoon half of  fishing we would use spinning rods instead of fly rods.  We met the guide with our revised fishing gear.  We motored straight back to the spot that we had discovered earlier in the day.  Right away I had a fish on that took a bunch of line out non-stop!  Sadly, ten seconds into the fight the line snapped.  Dad caught a big mackerel and reeled it all the way up next to the boat.  As the guide reached down to snag the fish out of the water, the fish did something similar to a seizure and got away.  The guide was obviously disappointed and later told us that he loved mackerel.  
Four other boats with fly-fishermen showed up and we started to see tarpon roll again.  After fishing for another hour I got a bite.  Immediately we knew that it was a tarpon!  It took off without slowing down and jumped completely into the air several times.  It took me eight minutes until I managed to get it tired out next to the boat.  Right then the line broke, but we still count it as a complete catch because it had given up and was drifting on the surface right next to the boat.  
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Dad had one on but during its first jump the hook came out of its mouth.  Unfortunately, we didn't have another bite the rest of the day, and none of the other boats even had one on.  We are planning on going back out with another guide before we leave the area so Dad can mark catching a tarpon off his bucket list!
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Fish, Fish, Fish Again!

3/11/2016

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After the horse farm we back tracked an hour closer to Lake Arenal.  We liked the area so much when we traveled through, we decided to spend four nights there.  The house we rented was on top of a hill in between two valleys.  One valley had Lake Arenal and the other had a smaller lake called Lake Cote.

The second morning Dad and I woke up at five thirty because we had another fishing excursion ahead of us!  We met our guide, Captain Ron, at a small boat slip and we were off!  The fish we were targeting was the exotic rainbow bass.  We went along the shore, in the boat, casting as close to the shoreline as we could get without getting hung up.  Just past shore the water drops over 15 feet and at that drop-off is where the rainbow bass like to wait to ambush each other.  The only other type of fish in the lake is called a muchaka, which eats flowers and nuts that fall from trees, therefore the bass don't have much to choose from.  Dad caught the first fish which was only about a pound.  We had already spent two hours on the water and only had one fish so we were beginning to wonder if it was worth it.  Not long after, my line went ZZZZZ and I knew that my luck had changed!  After a fun fight I brought the fish in and the guide weighed it.  It was over eight and a half pounds!  The fish was florescent green with pink and black spots.  It also had some decent teeth to it.  We let the beauty go with high spirits and fished for another two hours without catching another over a pound.  
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The same day after lunch, we met another guide by the name of Jim who was going to take us out on Lake Cote.  As soon as we were out on the water he started to set up the poles while still driving the boat.  He threw all three rods in the water, which surprised us because we had no idea that we were going to troll, opened a beer, turned on some AC-DC and said "Now this is fishin!"  At first we thought it might be a joke but it wasn't!  We spent three hours trolling around the lake, every once in a while hooking on a small rainbow bass or muchaka.  He told us all about his different alien encounters, how he ended up in Costa Rica and what he was going to do next.  At one point he asked my Dad if he wanted a beer and after Dad said no he asked me!  Of course I said no but this just shows his personality!  He was extremely entertaining.  We never hooked onto anything big but it was still a great time.

The next morning we woke up early again and drove another hour to a river that we had gone rafting on a few days ago.  While we were rafting the guide asked Dad if he had any fishing equipment with him because this river was great for fishing.  We didn't know about the possibility of fishing, so we hadn't brought our rods with us.  The guide convinced us to come back the next time we could.  The whole day Dad caught one rainbow bass and had lots more bites.  Near the end I caught a decent sized red snapper, which was really weird because we were in the middle of the country.  All that fishing was probably the most fun I have had in Costa Rica
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Turtles

3/5/2016

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While we were in Playa Flamingo, we all went on a turtle night tour.  A taxi picked us up at 5:45 PM and we drove twenty minutes to the beach.  Sure enough, not long after we got out of the car and were walking down the beach, a turtle was slowly making its way out of the crashing waves up onto the dry sand.  Our guide Nelson told us that this turtle was called the Green Pacific turtle which is the type we were most likely to see.  Nelson did not let us get close to the turtles as they were climbing up to the dry sand because we might scare them off.  Because of this and the fact that the sun had already set made it hard to see the turtles.  They looked like big rocks slowly moving.  Once they climb up the beach they want to get close to the tree line so  that the high tide won't wash away their eggs.  After they find a suitable spot they try to dig down until they reach the wet sand.  They lay their eggs from November to March.  At the beginning of the egg-laying season, eight out of ten turtles that look for a spot actually lay them.  At the end only about two out of ten turtles lay their eggs.  Near the end of the laying season it is harder for them to find wet sand as they dig down because it is the dry season.  After an hour of watching turtles climb up and back down to the water, we finally found one that had a suitable spot.  The guide set up a special light and we watched the whole process of digging, laying the eggs and covering them.  It was an amazing experience!

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We stayed in Flamingo for seven nights.  The next place we stayed at was a horse farm near La Fortuna, which was four hours away and in the mountains.  One of the afternoons we went on a three hour horseback ride.  Our guide took us through sugar cane fields, rainforest, pineapple fields, cow pastures, country dirt roads, and even down a creek (not following it, literally down through it).  Our horses were really well trained and only needed us to make a kissing sound for them to go.  It was tiring but well worth it!
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