In late November/early December, right before the first really large swell of the surf season arrived, the sierra (spanish mackeral) were running like crazy in the early morning hours. The beach in front of my trailer in Las Tunas was full of locals fishing. One day I counted over 25 men standing on the beach, trying their luck. And lucky they were as the fish were there and hungry.
It all changed after the huge December 6 swell arrived. Not that the fishing isn’t still good, but it was remarkable for about 2 weeks.
I love this photo. The soft texture of the light turns the sky, hills and ocean a wonderful pastel tone. Locals don’t usually fish with poles, but rather just use a line and a lure (crocs are good) and twirl the line overhead to throw it out into the sea. More and more of my Mexican neighbors are acquiring fishing poles, but the vast majority still do it the old fashioned, tried and true, way.
