Gingerly I ask, “Well, what exactly will we be doing?”


With a smile, Jay merrily describes to us the details of the excursion and shows us the boat’s game license. “If we catch one,” he adds, “we can donate it to the local church for their roast and fundraiser this weekend.”


We kick it around and decide to give it a go. Really, think about it… when was the last time you were offered a chance to go pig fishing? Actually, a day off from game fishing in the hot sun would be a welcome departure.


THE NEXT DAY


The weather is balmy but clear. I keep forgetting that it’s the beginning of February, which is easy to do in a region where the average high this time of year can reach 94 degrees. We pull away from the docks as the sun begins to drop in the west, leaving the safe waters of Golfito bay, and set course for Punta Banco. We banked south, easing the boat to the left, and down a ways toward an isolated spot just above the Panama border.


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