About the time the first kid was born, I co-invested in a used 20-year time share for a week at the Pueblo Bonito Los Cabos (Blanco). As it's two families sharing one week in Cabo, we roll our week one year over to the other year so both families can go down to Cabo at the same time. Been doing this since 2006. With the kid(s) growing up, our week has to match up with whatever week the Seattle School District decides will be Spring Break. That was this last week.
I've been to Cabo three other times and have fished with the Flyhooker out in Big Blue. We caught striped marlin, yellow fin tuna, and the likes of some other sea-bound fish. Never did the inshore fishing thing and I decided this was the year to try it.
First step was to research the location. And by location, I really meant to say that I was restricted to fish anywhere within walking distance of where I was staying. I was staying at a condo on Medano Beach - the main tourist beach on the Baha side of the Marina. This is the same beach that houses the famous "Office" bar as well as the Mango Deck Bar. It's not uncommon to see multiple cruise ships parked out in this bay in front of the beach as well as hundreds of personal water craft, water taxis, parasailing boats, party barges, yachts, and just about anything that can float. Oh and as for people, I can't even come up with guess as to how many people were on that beach on a given day, let alone the day there were at least 50,000 additional Mexicans on the beach for their spring break.
Next step was to research the gear. If you do the internet searches, you will soon find that people are using big-ass (TM) surf rods and huge Shimano or Penn spinning reels to huck 3 ounce Ranger or CaboKiller jigs. Screw that. I decided that my TH 1086 and a Curado 200 DHSV spooled up with 30 pound PowerPro would be fine. Add to that some titanium leaders and that was going to have to work. The Panama Crew swore on their grandmother's grave that I had to bring down some SuperSpooks as well as some bone-white smaller plugs (similar). So, I stuffed one of those Loomis clear utility boxes (normally holds your K-15's) with a bunch of spooks, jigs, leaders, hooks, and I was set.
When I got to Cabo, I knew that the first hour or so of light and the last 30 minutes of light was the time to be on the beach hucking gear. I also knew that the technique used was to huck out these massive jigs/spooks and retrieve them as fast as you could - literally making these things skip/dance/skirt across the water. Looked pretty cool - kinda like a baitfish escaping the prey. The other thing I knew to do was to go to Jansen's Inshore Fishing store and talk to Roberto Jansen. I tossed Robbo's name around and he gave me that "who the hell?" response until I said "Notre Americano Gringo Grande" than we were the best of buddies. I got the full scoop of what to do, what not to do, the water conditions, water temperatures, winds, barometric pressures, and the best play to buy a beer at 7:15 pm. Oh yeah, he's got a kick-ass store fully stocked for inshore fishing! Rods, reels, jigs, plugs - he's got it all! Truly a cool dude! I didn't walk out of there without buying some smaller 2 1/4 ounce CaboKiller's, a hat, etc, etc, etc.
I was set. All I had to do was haul my ass out of bed at 5:30 am in the morning on my Mexican Vacation.
5:30 am rolled around after a moderate night of pounding back some cold cervezas. Who's god damn bright idea was this anyways? No worries, as I was going to knock the crap out of those Sierra Mackeral as I had all but guaranteed Sierra Cervichi by afternoon snack time. Figure I'd be catching 3-4 50+ pound Rooster Fish every day and a little hangover was the least of my problems. I got my stuff in order and was on the beach for 5:36. I walked down the beach (away from the Marina) for about a mile or so. I knew I was in "the zone" when I could see a half-dozen or so "locals" out doing the same thing. This wouldn't take long as I had already rigged up a titanium leader with a blue and while 2 1/4 Cabo Killer on it. A few quick adjustments of the reel and I was pleasantly surprised that I could toss out that CaboKiller about a hundred yards out in to the "surf" and with the 7:1 Curado, skip that CaboKiller across the water like Merg on his surf board.
As I was warming up with some casts, I did see some positive signs of fish in the water, as things would swirl, splash, jump, and scare the crap out of bait fish as the morning progressed. About the time I saw the pair of shark fins swim by, it was 7:00. The morning bite was over. Nothing to show for my efforts but I duly noted that I didn't see anyone else catch anything either. Of course, I just chalked that morning up to "Beginner's Unluck" and figured I'd coon 'em in the evening.
Fast forward to about 30 minutes before dark - the only difference being that were there was almost no one on the beach at 5:30 am, the beach was packed full of drunk people staggering all over the place as well as hundreds of water craft churning up the water. Thankfully it got dark quick, as it quickly became apparent that fishing at night was a serious waste of my time. Oh well, I figured I'd just concentrate my efforts in the morning.
Let's just say that I didn't get up at 5:30 am every morning. I ended up only making out 3 times in the morning. The second morning on the water was calm and peaceful. By about my 6th cast of the morning I cold-cocked a seagull in mid-flight with a 2 1/4 ounce CaboKiller. The poor gull was about 50 yards off the deck and moving fast. What are the odds? The gull and my attached CaboKiller crashed in to the sea! Oh super. So, I did what any respectable fisherman would do - started reeling the gull in to release it. I knew this wasn't going to be fun. Fortunately, as I had brought the gull in to about 20 yards of me, I stopped to dig out my pliers for the release. In a moment of good fate, the gull spit the hook! Phew. What are the odds of that happening again? Well, about 20 casts later, to be exact. I cold-cocked another gull with the CaboGullKiller. This time the hook didn't set, but that poor gull crashed again on the deck. Spa-Lash!!!!! The thing shook it's head and took off. All the time, I was laughing my ass off. Never did see any real fish on the surface and called it quits by 7:00. Oh yeah, not before one of the birds put a kink in my PowerPro and during one of the massive casts, the line caught in the reel and SNAP! there went flying the CaboKiller and the titanium leader. The thing is still probably orbiting the planet now, as I never saw it leave the atmoshpere. Sorry Bob - looks like I owe you a new leader and I'm sure they were not cheap.

At least I lost a third of the spools PowerPro and that made reeling in the next jig fast really damn diffuclt. Maybe there was something to using a BigAss surf rod and a huge spinning reel......
The third morning was even more uneventful and devoid of any fish that I could tell. I quit by 7:00 and never touched the rod again during the week. Probably the biggest waste of my time and efforts on any fishing adventure that I've been on, or planned.
Here's what I knew, but re-inforced by my actions:
a) "Fishing in Cabo" is NOT "Fishing in Cabo at the main Medano Beach". If you want to "shore fish in Cabo", plan on going at least 50 miles or so out of Cabo up to San Jose Los Cabos, or up where K8 and Staminal play. Fishing in a tourist trap will always suck. I knew that fishing on the Pacific side of Cabo was probably the place to be and was probably good. But, as I said, I stayed within walking distance of where I stayed. This *was* a Parker Family Vacation and me taking a taxi to the Pacific side of Cabo wasn't going to cut the mustard or keep me married. Man, the sacrifices I have to make these days.....
b) Get a boat. Either a small puke-o-tron panga or one of the bigger boats. Boat fishing out in the ocean is completely different ball game down there and one normally does quite well. That's probably what I'll stick with in the future until the day comes with I can come and fish with K8 and Stam down at Casa De Rooster.
Photos? Nope. Got no fishy photos to show you. Figured it's been a while since my last report, so here it is.
Oh yeah, fished with Stam and Bob before I left and it was an "Almost Epic" day that turned in to just a mediocre day. I lost a fish that I stewed on for quite a while. Exactly how big of a fish does it need to be for someone in the Internet 30 Club to stew on? Really god damn big. I long-line released another 15 or so pound chrome buck that was just dying for a photo. Stam hooked something that took him out beside the wood shed and went to town on him. That left him shaking. As I said - it was *almost* epic. Great day, but no real photos to share with you all.