Expecting the fishing to heat up in about a week we decided to head to our friend Grahms’ house in a very secluded spot — Mayaro. Mayaro is located on the far eastern portion of Trinidad and was a cross country trip from Chaguaramas. The trip took a few hours until we found our way to the Atlantic coast where we were greeted with miles upon miles of beach! Massive amounts of palm trees lined both sides of the waterfront road as we drove on there was hardly a person to be seen, soon we reached the small village where we would fish out off.
There is no sport fishing in Mayaro, but there probably should be, but we made arrangements with one of the local fishing captains “Gramps” to go out fishing the next day, Gramps was also a lobster fisherman and have a bunch of large rock lobsters, some of the largest i’ve ever seen! He happily sold us one for dinner. We made our way to our accommodations. Up Up Up a hill for 10 minutes to a flat hill-top with a huge party house and one particularly awesome view! Wild fruit trees, outdoor showers for the adventurous and free, and all the amenities you need had us looking forward to game fishing on the Atlantic side in near virgin waters.
Sticking to the Trinni tradition we limed the night away — Surf & Turf with mashed potato’s filled our plates and stomachs’ We washed it down with some good conversation, laughter, and scotch. Enough fish stories were traded around to get some excitement building and a quick rest later and we were off fishing. There was no place to get a sure foot in the old fishing boat we were in, especially in 6-8ft rolling seas, but we fished hard. Jigging is something none of the locals have ever seen done here, and it was not easy. Strong currents, rolling seas, and lack of standing room made jigging a challenge, We had some big strikes from some barracuda and a couple good bites on the bottom, but in the end we left with an empty well to begin trolling back in, things would quickly heat up as we made our way closer to shore however.
We’d just begun trolling a small rapalla on a brand new Shimano Stella 10k and New Shimano Rod when Jeff asked me to hold the line while he got a drink. About 5 seconds from grabbing the rod a screaming sound pierced the silence on the boat, A few blistering runs later and a great fight on light tackle a good sized Jack travel was in the boat. We continued to troll in when the same rapalla hooked up again. A good sized tarpon nailed the rapalla and gave us a good show to boot.