Monday, 1 August .1958 
What a welcome sight to eyes hardened by the almost 
universal desolation of the Galapagos, was the island named 
"Cocos'’ as the Presidential Detachment anchored at 0830 this 
morning in Chatham Bay. Lush tropical vegetation everywhere 
met the ^re - even precipitous cliffs , dropping sheerly into 
the sea, boasted their carpet of green; and , in many places , 
lace -like waterfalls were in evidence. 
The far-famed and oft-mentioned abundance of fish in these 
waters, aroused the piscatorial ardor of the President and 
his party, and, shortly after anchoring, the fishing boats 
were manned and away. The forenoon catch was but fair; as at 
Clipperton, sharks played havoc with "Wahoos” and smaller 
fish hooked, and many were the moans anent the "big ones" lost 
and the fishing gear carried off in the mouths of the vorasimsB 
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"tigers of the sea". 
During the afternoon the President decided to engage in 
a bit of "bottom-fishing" while the remaining members of the 
party determined to seek "sail-fish" in the deeper waters off- 
shore. The President returned with many rare small fish to the 
delight of Dr. Schmitt, together with Bonitas , Wahoos and one 
120 pound shark captured just as the President was about to 
reel in f f ina lly , for the day. Pa Watson with his usual "Irish- 
luck" # . brought back a sai If is h which tipped the seales at 130 
pounds and measured ten feet one and one -half inches! The other 
deep-sea fishermen found sail-fish in abundance, but, because 
of insecure hooking or failure of gear, none but Pa* s was 
landed. Steve Early , after hooking two booby birds with his 
