
DO YOU HAVE ANY GREY POUPON?
Originally Published the Week of April 20, 2025 in Western Outdoor Publications
At many of these big dollar saltwater fishing tournaments, often many of the participating teams will “pre-fish.” This is where they will take a few days before the actual tournament to fish the area and scout the conditions.
It doesn’t count for anything. It’s just to help put a fishing strategy together and have a little fun before the big money is on the table.
So, there I was on a small bare-bones cruiser just offshore from Cabo San Lucas. I was deckhanding for a fishing team from Washington.
There were quite a few other typical Mexican charter cruisers and pangas in the area.
Everyone checking out the area; testing gear; “working out the kinks,” as it were.
A nice camaraderie on the water as well. Smack talk. Crews exchanging friendly banter with other crews.
“Gamesmanship” is also part of the strategy. So a little “fibbing” about what you really plan to do when the starting gun goes off is part of the fun!
I was on one of maybe a dozen cruisers, small sportfishers and pangas doing their thing in this particular area.
And that’s when a huge…no gigantic… mega yacht slid into our midst. It was maybe over 150’ long.
Sleek…expensive…beautiful state-of-the art chrome, teak and fiberglass at it’s best.
Darkened windows on the superstructure. Electronics sticking out all over that could probably control satellites roaming overhead.
There are navies in the world that don’t have boats that big. It was probably worth more than some entire navies!
We could see fishing rods lined beautifully in rod holders. Outriggers rose above the deck. It flew several international flags and the whole thing towered above all of us.
It might as well have been an aircraft carrier next to the rest of the boats.
Proper deckhands wore uniforms. Some were female and they looked like models. Everyone going about their assignments scurrying around the deck as the big boat slid to a stop and dropped anchor among us.
I think there was some nice jazz playing over their soundsystem.
Just joining the boys. Just one of the gang. Oh sure.
Like the rich kid in the neighborhood who comes out to the baseball sandlot. He has a clean full uniform and all the best gear in the middle of the rest of us ragamuffin kids. And not a speck of dirt or grass on his knees and clean fingernails to boot!
The radio chatter went silent. Everyone was watching. Jaws dropped.
C’mon man!
OK, you win. You made an entrance. Your Maserati just posterized our Volkswagens and Kia’s!
As we learned later, the boat was owned by a European industrial magnate (French to be exact). His pedigreed company had supplied safes to the banks, kings, princes and heads-of-state of Europe for a couple of centuries.
His son had “borrowed” dad’s yacht for the week the way I’d borrow my dad’s truck to go to the beach.
Occasionally, one of the pretty deckhands would stop and look out over all of us gawking fishermen in our little boats. And wave. And smile.
Well, that brought back all kinds of waves, blown kisses and wolf whistles from our raggedy little fleet. The ladies would toss their hair and wave back with more smiles.
Not fair. Don’t encourage us peasants!
One of the surrounding fishermen was a smart**s and yelled out over his deck speaker, “Hey, do you guys have any Grey Poupon?”
Well, that got everyone roaring!
The funny thing is that one of their guy deckhands actually came out with a big smile. Over the rail he yelled in an accent, “Of course we have Grey Poupon! Why? Would you like some?”
Well, that did it! Everyone waved and laughed back!
I often used to wonder what it would be like to own a boat like that. To fish like that. To travel like that. To be waited on by crew and staff. Ahhh…the good champagne life!
Well…
We own and run a fleet of pangas in La Paz. For 30 years now.
I can’t tell you how often I’ve been sitting fishing in one of our pangas and watch some big mega version of Noah’s Ark come through or pull up. All the bells and whistles.
I’ve never been on a mega yacht, but I’ve worked on some big sportfishers before and I’ve got no problem with them. Power to anyone who has one. Good for you! Most are pretty good Joes.
But, after 40 some years fishing on pangas, I don’t contemplate missing the air-conditioning on the big boats. I don’t think of the great meals and all the conveniences. I don’t think of all the fish-finding and communication electronics. Or pretty deckhands.
I think about all the other things I would have missed if I was on a big boat. Or owned one.
Things like…
Getting my feet wet and sand between my toes as we launched off the beach before at dawn.
Or the camaraderie and horseplay of all the other fishermen and captains also launching on the beach with the laughter and anticipation of a day on the water.
I would have missed the real salt spray in my face and the taste on my tongue. I would have missed holding onto my hat as we sped to the fishing grounds into the rising sun.
And then, sans air-conditioning, the feeling of unadulterated warmth of sunshine on my skin on my legs, arms and yes, even my soul. Yes, I would have missed that on my big yacht!
And cruising over the shallow Baja waters where I could see the rocks and reefs in the clear waters below.
I would have missed watching live bait in the bait tank and the feeling of anticipation as we pulled up on fishing spots and watching sport fish boiling and breaking water as we chummed.
And, then that unmistable feeling as my bait is picked up and my reel starts to hum and my rod doubles over. The fish isn’t hooked up to some mega yacht. It’s hooked up to me!
The boat didn’t hook this fish. I did!
And all the laughter and grins and jokes. It’s not like you’re in different parts of a big boat. You’re all sitting next to each other. No escape no matter how bad the jokes!
Sometimes, there is the joy of good conversation as well!
Or discoveries…
Oh man…did you see the dolphin jumping! Was that a breaching whale? Look! A school of manta rays.
And lunches pulled out of the ice chest along with a another cold one. No fancy dishes. No blender. Aluminum foil, zip lock baggies and a pop top can! Nothing better.
You can keep your champagne.
Yea, I would never say no if I were to suddenly have a big yacht.
But, I think what I would have missed all these years. There’s value added in keeping things simple.
That’s my story!
Jonathan
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Jonathan Roldan has been writing the Baja Column in Western Outdoor News since 2004. Along with his wife and fishing buddy, Jilly, they own and run the Tailhunter International Fishing Fleet in La Paz, Baja, Mexico www.tailhunter-international.com. They also run their Tailhunter Restaurant Bar on the famous La Paz malecon waterfront. If you’d like to contact him directly, his e-mail is: jonathan@tailhunter.com
Or drop by the restaurant to say hi. It’s right on the La Paz waterfront!
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