On the drive from our resort to the incredible Bavaro seaside, where Gone Fishing moors its boats, we saw the country. Lots of farm animals, simple living, beautiful landscapes, and people piled on mopeds. The boat launch at Jellyfish Beach was defended by guards wearing fatigues and toting machine guns. Onto a skiff we went, and then aboard the Sarabel. The crew did not seem bothered by the rogue 10 foot waves that rocked the 36 foot Chris Craft. We were told they don't go out in waves over 4 feet. A group of passengers wasn't so comfortable though, throwing up overboard, into barrels, and on deck. When we got to our fishing hole 10 miles offshore, identified by circling birds and boats, as there were no fish finding electronics onboard, one land lover said he could not take it anymore. So we had to turn around. Trolling on the way back one guy reeled in a drag ripping sailfish. That was the end of our trip, one of the shortest and most adrenalizing fishing adventures I've had.
A guy on our deep sea fishing trip reels in a sailfish
Snorkeling and feeding angelfish bread off the reef
