Category Archives: Spearfishing
Stabbing a yellowtail
Zombies go spearfishing
We were a SAD crew… Sebastien had landed in La Paz early in the morning. When I picked him up, he bravely (or is it barely?) stood on the airport arrivals sidewalk after a soul destroying 15 hour red-eye flight from Montreal. Terry Lynn and myself had partied until daylight. It was a mix of… Read More »
How to lose a speargun
On a windy day of the first week of January, I dove for cabrillas on a dropoff. I saw some groupers but since I shot a few in the last week, I was not interested in anything smaller than a world record (31 pound for leopard grouper). It was nice to see all those fish… Read More »
Baja cabrillas in the muck
On january 2 the wind calmed down a little around La Paz. The only waves were confused remnants of the previous days. It was nice to paddle without constantly looking out for the next breaking wave that meant to take me out. The sun and comfortable seas did not mean the visibility had to be… Read More »
Ghetto style knife sharpening.
Big fish story, this is not one of them.
In December 2019, while the rest of North America was swept by storm after storm in what looked like the plot of yet another end of the world movie, Baja was doing fine. Perhaps a little cooler than usual and the winds kept things interesting for kite surfers. A friend told me he kited 19… Read More »
Large wahoo taken with a “small” reef gun in Baja.
In November, Fishing has been less than optimal in La Paz. Intense rains and winds have affected the visibility. It’s not been impossible to get good fish, but I haven’t crossed easy prey. The good stuff stayed below 23 meters and the larger fish under 25m… maybe the cold had something to do with it.… Read More »
Barrebalète à Baja! (tbar speargun, tbargun)
La barrebalète est un prototype d’arbalète propulsant une barre d’acier en forme de t. J’avais fabriqué une arbalète utilisant un tube l’année d’avant. Le tube était d’une efficacité redoutable mais je ne voyais pas comment incorporer un ardillon, et la pénétration n’était pas très grande. Les poissons étaient choqués, et il suffisait de les ramasser,… Read More »
Two yellowtails, why I will never learn Salsa
Sand whipped my legs as I got out of the car. The furious wind had kept all fishing boats out of the water. It was the first time I had ever seen the ramp empty. The water was covered with foam and spray… these were good conditions for kayak diving and the most secure I… Read More »