FISHING THE PACIFIC 



given a good streak of luck I'll stick to the same clothes. To 

 make a long story short, I had the honor of fishing the famous 

 Bay of Islands grounds, New Zealand, for seventeen days 

 before quitting to go after trout. In those seventeen days I 

 didn't raise a single black marlin. But although I had no luck, 

 a couple over 800 pounds were caught while I was on the 

 grounds. A 654-pounder was taken from my boat the day 

 after I left by a man to whom I had been giving striped 

 marlin and who had been a guest on my boat for a couple of 

 days. 



As already mentioned I arrived in Peru to begin my fishing 

 in April, 1 95 1 , and Seiior Pardo, having returned to Lima, very 

 kindly loaned me his boat to fish for ten days. He had a good 

 captain from Callao who was also skipper of his yacht— and 

 a guide who had been trained by Michael Lerner and other 

 Americans there prior to the war, and who was supposed to 

 be the only Peruvian with a thorough knowledge of big game 

 fishing. The third member of my crew was a little fellow who 

 had good eyes but not much strength and as I was to find out 

 soon, less guts. From April on it is pretty rough all the time 

 and this particular day was no exception. There was a terrific 

 current running from the north against the wind and at the 

 time we knew little about it. 



I was working about twenty miles north of Cabo Blanco, 

 about twenty-five miles offshore, when at 2:35 in the after- 

 noon we sighted a striped marlin. Here we do not do any 

 trolling except to keep one short bait in the water. We look 

 for the tails of the marlin, the dorsal fins and tails of the sword- 

 fish. Your eyes are better than your bait and you must cover 

 ground to find the fish. Black marlin are all headed north 



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