A Fruitless Fishing Trip

Yes, it’s true – we didn’t catch one gosh darn fish on our deep-sea fishing trip. How is that even possible you ask? Well, believe me when I tell you, we tried. Despite the fact that we aren’t the most experienced of fishing folk and our best efforts, those pesky speed fish found just off the coast of Ecuador, Wahoo and Tuna, literally would not take our bait.

After an early morning start (4 am!), we met our fishing captain and crew before heading out on the open waters for some serious Ecuadorian fishing. The boat, a tippy white lady, crashed against the swells as we made our way out to sea and what we hoped would be a prime fishing location. The morning air was fresh and the sun broke through the early morning clouds right as we spotted a pod of humpback whales splashing about. We assumed this was a good sign – “That must mean there’s lots of fish,” said the ever positive Gillian.

The coastline alone was a treat to see

An early start to the day at Puerto Lopez before getting aboard our fishing boat

But as the day carried on our quest for juicy, fat Tunas and long, snake-like Wahoos started to falter. After several hours trolling the water we hadn’t had one bite. Not even a nibble. So discouraged by the anti-climax that was fishing, a few members of our group exhausted from the early morning wake-up call aloud the gentle rock of the ocean to sooth them into a peaceful sleep.

Excited to test our sea legs at fishing

We thought we may have caught something, but alas, it was nothing

Finally just after 10 in the morning, six whole hours of fruitless searching for the underwater game, we admitted defeat. The fish were far too crafty to be enticed by our lures and were able avoid their would-be doomed fait. As we disembarked our ship and wobbled on our sea-legs back on the beach, it was obvious to see disappointed clouding our faces.

We arrived back in Puerto Lopez defeated

The captain, sea-weathered and clearly hardened from a life on the open waters, took pity on our dreary state. Before we knew it, he had organized with some fellow fisherman our prize for being such good sports – a massive freshly caught Tuna he had purchased from a little fish market down the beach.

With jubilant smiles and our fish bounty, we headed back to our condo where Braydon did an excellent job of disemboweling the poor sucker and frying it up for supper. All in all a rather successful trip for a couple of “non-fishing” folk.

The pity tuna they supplied us with. We were happy.

Braydon doing his best filet job on the tuna

We were treated to a beautiful red sunset from our deck in Olon