I went to Cabo one winter with some buddies, but it was very last minute and I didn’t have a lot of funds. I bought a tub of jerky and a couple boxes of granola bars and budgeted to drink in the room. We went to the beach, hit bars every night and in general had a good time, other than the fact I was eating like a homeless person. Then one of the crew decided we should go deep sea fishing.
I hate fishing. It’s boring as hell, but they gave us a sack lunch and some beers. Of course, we were all hungover and the sea was choppy, so it sucked more than normal fishing. I was about to jump overboard and chance the swim when we finally got a bite three hours in. One of the guys wouldn’t give up the pole, but we thought we would catch seventeen fish, so we let it pass. This fight went on and on and on and my thin patience was gone. I looked around the boat and saw a wooden billy club in the corner. “What’s that for?” “Senor, that is in case the fish needs subdued.” Sweet! I grabbed the club just in case.
After another 15 minutes of boredom, they pulled a 65 lb. blue marlin onboard. It was flopping all about, which is normal, but I got a little too excited and sprung into action. I began raining blows down upon this kraken of the deep with my weapon, fighting the unholy beast. The Mexican seaman began screaming, “NO SENOR! NO!” They pulled me off the fish after a struggle and explained in broken English the marlin was to be thrown back. It got caught on a boat hook and died instantly, so we got to keep it and eat it for two fantastic meals, but the sailors were so disturbed they refused to change the bait anymore and the boringness resumed.
In summation, fishing sucks, but beating a fish is quite fun. It is however, frowned upon in most cultures and I am pretty sure a couple of sailors have nightmares about my savagery. Oh well, back to the bar.