|"Steve used to leave me at home, but if he knows what's good for
him, he better bring me along!" laughed one of the ladies.
"I know what you mean," said another gal at the beachside
table. "My husband can still take a 'man-cation' with the buddies, but he knows
he has to make time to take me on a separate trip also!"
"I used to think it would be boring but after my first trip, I
couldn't wait to get back," grinned another of the women.
Back in the day, fishing trips to "the Baja" or "Old
Mexico" used to be a manly-man affair. Jim, Joe, Jack, Harry and the rest of the guys piled into a
van with the sleeping bags and an old Coleman canvas tent for the dusty drive or
climbed into an airplane full of other guys doing the same thing and landing at
some one-desk airport...if there was even an airport.
Ice chests, rods and fishing gear were all tied together. A pair of shorts or two; some
flip-flops for the feet; a straw fishing
hat; some t-shirts were all the clothes you needed stuffed into an old
salt-stained gym bag.
If you couldn't swim in it or rinse it out in the sink, you didn't need
it! As long as the beer was cold
and you could put sand between your toes, it was pretty simple.
You camped anywhere. Or you stuffed as many guys into an economical room
near the beach. Maybe it had
running waiter.Maybe not. Maybe it had a toilet. Maybe not. So what?
There was always a bar somewhere and the drinks were frosty. The fishing
was always good. There was always an old hammock somewhere. The jokes were
always funny. You ate what they cooked or you ate what you caught. There's
nothing you can't eat wrapped in a tortilla.
If it tasted good, you made it taste better with more salsa. If it
tasted bad, you added extra salsa and drank more beer. Nothing that couldn't be
cured with more salsa or beer. What happened in Mexico stayed in Mexico. You
and the guys!
Oh how times have changed!
These days, with more frequency, the complexion of Mexico fishing trips
is changing. If you ever watch
folks de-plane at the airport or even watch the cruisers and pangas go out in
the morning, you'll notice a few things...
A few more pieces of pink luggage on the tarmac...
A few more "anglers" wearing sundresses and halter-tops...
A few more high-pitched laughs in the mornings on the dock and beach...
Jim and Joe and Harry have brought along Sarah, Joanie and Kathleen, and
it's happening more and more.
And don't be fooled by the dangly -earrings, manicured nails or floral
sandals. These ladies come to
fish! No longer content to just
"ride along" or "just coming to watch," these gals have no
qualms about going hand-to-hand with the world-class fish in Mexican waters or
shoulder-to-shoulder with their husbands, brothers, dads, and buddies!
"I don't need any help when I'm on a fish! If I'm hooked, up, everyone
else better get outta my way!" is how one lady angler put it.
"I can hang with the guys and I especially like being able to spend
time doing something that used to be an all-guys sport," is what another
told me. "I started fishing with my boyfriend who took the time to show me
how to fish and now he's my husband!" she beamed with a smile.
It's a great way for families or couples to have quality time together.
The captain of one charter boat in Cabo San Lucas once told me, "I
like having the ladies aboard.
They tend to listen better and you can coach them. They are not afraid
to ask questions. They have more patience sometimes than the guys and beat the
fish with technique rather than brute strength which is what some guys often
do. I'm never surprised when one
of the women or girls outfishes the guys although it often surprises the
Some can handle it. Some
"Some guys get their shorts all bunched up if a woman does better
than them," said another captain. "But, if you put all the macho-stuff
aside, everyone has fun although some of the women are as fiercely competitive
as the men and get as fired-up as the men when it comes to
who-fishes-better-than who! Some
of the women can really talk smack!" he laughingly added.
"I love to outfish my boyfriend," grinned one young lady who
talked about her fishing trip as she watched the crew fillet their catch of
dorado. "It seems whenever we come to Mexico, I catch the biggest fish or
the most fish," she said proudly.
"I let her win!" retorted the boyfriend with a wink and a
laugh who got a playful elbow in the ribs as he raised a bottle of beer in a
In some ways, it's a two-edged sword. For many guys who used to do the
all-boys trip, the days are long gone or numbered. On the other hand, getting a
wife, girlfriend or daughter interested in fishing with you is a pretty nice