God, another one of those 6am fishing obligations… Getting to bed after 1am and now getting up 5 hours later…hell, I should know better, but I’m “on vacation” and loving it. Frank had coffee made, knocked on the door, and we were off to hopefully catch our fish. Last night I bought a “special” fish lure that Chito made. It weighs about a pound and is made out of a Toyota chrome bumper…it is almost guaranteed to catch fish. Frank fitted me with 2 rubber “finger protectors”, one for each index finger. These are used to protect the fingers from being cut when the line is tossed out into the ocean and then again when the line is retrieved with or without fish fighting from the end of that new lure. Now with a piece of wood wrapped with 50 lb line and my new lure in place, we unwind about 100 yards onto the sand and make sure that I don’t find myself standing on it. I grabbed the line about 3 feet from the lure and started swinging it around my head…harder, harder, and then with a quick release it flies out beyond the first set of waves with a slight splash. Now after searching for the line running out from the sand under me, I pull the line back to the beach, hand over hand and hoping that I feel the pull of a fish as I do. It’s dark when we start so it is really tough to find the line running across the sand, but as it gets lighter and the sun rises, my job gets easier. The only problem is, I’m getting tired…fact is, this whirling the lure above my head and the retrieving of the line back to the beach was getting to be a lot of hard work and I’ve decided to leave this type of fishing to those that really enjoy it or have a better knack of twirling…