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Web exclusive: the voyage of the Broken Compass
By Bret and Chad van RodenPublished: February 01, 2010
The latest blog from the Broken Compass
We had 300 miles between us and Costa Rica when we waved goodbye to our pilot after steering us through the labyrinth of deltas to exit El Salvador. We cruised with steady wind the first day, logging 110 miles and catching a couple Dorado. On the trip down to El Salvador, I had carved a wooden lure after a marlin took my only other surface plug. I colored the new plug red white and blue, and named it “The American.” The Result is below left:
Sunday, Jan. 10 – After arriving in Costa Rica on Christmas Eve, we could not officially check into the country due to the holidays. Avoiding officials, we hid out in an isolated cove about 6 miles north of Jaco beach. My father, his beautiful wife, Maureen, and my little brother Tyler flew down and joined us. We had a great breakfast before heading out to catch dinner. The boys dove unsuccessfully off a nearby point with poor visibility, while my father, the seasoned angler, caught a decent Sierra. Sierra are great for sushi, and so it was. About 2 p.m., we saw a large vessel cruise by towing a small boat. Further scrutiny yielded their identity: The Costa Rica Coast Guard (below).
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The latest blog from the Broken Compass We had 300 miles between us and Costa Rica when we waved goodbye to our pilot after steering us through the labyrinth of deltas to exit El Salvador. We cruised with steady wind the first day, logging 110 miles and catching a couple Dorado. On the trip down to El Salvador, I had carved a wooden lure after a marlin took my only other surface plug. I colored the new plug red white and blue, and named it “The American.” The Result is below left: Sunday, Jan. 10 – After arriving in Costa Rica on Christmas Eve, we could not officially check into the country due to the holidays. Avoiding officials, we hid out in an isolated cove about 6 miles north of Jaco beach. My father, his beautiful wife, Maureen, and my little brother Tyler flew down and joined us. We had a great breakfast before heading out to catch dinner. The boys dove unsuccessfully off a nearby point with poor visibility, while my father, the seasoned angler, caught a decent Sierra. Sierra are great for sushi, and so it was. About 2 p.m., we saw a large vessel cruise by towing a small boat. Further scrutiny yielded their identity: The Costa Rica Coast Guard (below). |
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