I'm guessing Lisa and her sis have family in the islands, yes?
June is probably the best month for the panga mothership trips. The water warms up and the yellowtail are abundant. The fishing is great in July and August too but the heat is punishing during the day.
I'll be posting lots of pictures after this years trip and maybe even some video. I'm going to try and change your mind. The trips aren't that expensive. Tony Reyes larger ship fishes 27 passengers. It costs $850 for 6 days aboard with all meals included. I'll be arranging for a tour bus to take the group from San Diego to San Felipe and back as well as a hotel room for one night in San Felipe. Together that adds $200 per person. Your other expenses are airfare to San Diego, bar tab aboard ship (~$1.50 per beer and $3.00 for mixed drinks), tips to the crew (~$100 for the trip) and tackle.
You will catch more fish than you can possibly fly home even with the 70# limit on Jet Blue.
There was a discussion on SurfTalk where guys from the 2005 trip were sharing pictures/stories/advice with the new guys joining them for the 2006 trip. Here (cut and pasted) is my favorite story from that trip. It's by a guy called "JohnnyTheFish". This story set me on the road to this year's charter over a year ago.
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The COOLEST thing that happened (IMO): Here we go with another longwinded story so if you're already bored with my ramblings just skip the rest of this post...
OK, so we eat another fabulous dinner and then go back to the stern to make some bait (humboldt squid). The squid are thick, super thick, and dozens are swarming anything you drop in the water as soon as it sinks down a couple of feet. I think most of the NY crew was out ther, at least for a while, just pounding on the squid. Jack, Max, Mike, Ryan and I stay out there way too long squidding. It got to the point where half the time we would just shake them off the jig when we got them up, or sight cast to the bigger ones as they swam by. By the end we had about 30 laying on the deck and Mike, Max and Jack took it upon themselves to clean every last one of them. I had enough so I retired, I think it was about 1 or 2 AM at this point. Ryan was already asleep I think, I head down, Mike follows shortly thereafter, and everyone's snoring for about 10 minutes when we hear Kil come racing down the steps saying "Jack, Ed, wake up, huge school of yellowtail around the boat!" So naturally I leap back out of bed and sure enough there is a swirling vortex of literally hundreds of yellowtail swimming in a giant circle off the starbord stern. On the port side there are still packs of ravenous huboldts darting in the lights. I start pitching a 4 oz hammered diamond jig out on my lightest rod, I think Kil and Mike and some Cali guys were doing the same. Every few casts one of us would hook up and land a little yellowtail (maybe in the 3 to 5 lb range). Sonn there was a pile on the deck and most people got bored ad went back to bed, but I stayed out and kept casting. I discovered that a stop and go retrieve was deadly and started really pounding the yellowtails to the point that it stopped being fun, so I got ready to go back to bed (by now it's probably 3:30 AM). I put my rod in the corner and look over the rail one last time only to find that there are millions (maybe I exaggerate, lets just say hudreds of thousands) of tiny anchovies swarming around the boat trying to hide from just about everything in the ocean I guess. So instead of going to bed I pick up my sabiki rod and toss it over. I manage to snag a couple of anchovies but they're way too small to use for bait. While I'm doing that I notice there are larger, 6-9" fish jumping just outside the shadowline, so I start casting out farther and lo and behold they're green mackerel. Now I'm fishing for macks and the sun starts to come up. I might have paused to get a yellowtail or two, I have a hard time remebering, but soon the sky is getting light and there are people stirring on the boat. A few guys join me in making bait, I think I ended up with a dozen macks or thereabouts. The sun comes up, and all the hundreds of yellowtail, squid, macks, and anchovies vanish. I have some breakfast, wash my face, and shortly thereafter I'm sitting in the panga pushing off from the mothership and drinking a beer. Apparently word traveled among the crew that I stayed up the entire night catching yellowtail and making bait. Louis was genuinely impressed, doubly so because I was already drinking, and I think he might have even tried to make some sort of compliment in my direction (probably the only time that happened). I think it was later that morning that I caught my halibut, which turned out to be that day's pool fish to boot. Of course I took a siesta after lunch before heading out for the afternoon session. Man that's the life!