journal entry no. 23: PIG FISHING


I know you’re going to think this is a tall fish tale...nope. True story, and one of the classics.


Over the last decade, a small group of us have frequently traveled to Puntarenas, a province located on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica, to enjoy world-class fishing, the wonderful locals (who remain our friends), fresh seafood, and a stitch of relaxation. While we have amazing stories of marlin, hammerheads, sails, roosters and so forth... one of the most interesting fishing days (actually nights) we ever had was pig fishing. Yes, pig fishing.


After a full and fantastic day of catching and releasing 46 Pacific Sailfish, we were pretty exhausted. On our return to the marina, Jay (the mate) asked us, “Have you guys ever been pig fishing?” Of course our answer was no, and beckoned the follow-up question: “What the heck is pig fishing?”


So he says, “Well, if you want to give it a shot, you guys can rest during the day tomorrow, and we’ll take off before dusk. “


Just then, lots of stuff began coursing through the old noggin... running the boat at night? What about safety? Do we need special gear? And again, what the heck are pig fish?


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