Tee up Call Me The Breeze by Lynard Skynard.
My favorite song to play on big long country roads. Play it loud.
Anders introduced me to Lynard Skynard a few years back and they've been a staple of mine ever since. Cowboy music.
Cowboy music is what led me to buy the truck I'm sitting in right now. Having a huge truck is indeed super dope and super cowboy.
The truck is what unlocked many awesome nature experiences, the offroading capabilities opened a new world of adventure.
Using the transitive property, the real source of this entire book is cowboy music. Thanks Anders.
I had a huge cowboy musical awakening in 2020 and spent the better part of a year making a cowboy playlist -- you can find it on my Spotify playlist "Dog, Truck, Chick, Beer".
I'm coming back from a week in Cabo with Ders. It was dope. We were cowboys. Hanging by the pool, getting drunk, eating tacos, listening to Lynard Skynard. That's some cowboy shit right there.
The highlight of our trip was our fishing charter.
The trip started off super pleasant with a sunrise cruise past the iconic Cabo arch and epic rocks that make up the southern point of Baja. The cool thing about the southern point is that you get both the sunrise and sunset from the ocean, a nice surprise on our early morning cruise into the open ocean. Cowboy music was cranking, beers had been popped, and it was not yet 7 AM. It was bound to be a good day. Boats, boners, beers. Cowboy shit.
Sonny spends most of his weekdays fishing (check out Exotics Charters Instagram, dope shit). He's been crushing it this year, regularly catching massive BlueFin tuna . He says it's the best year of fishing he's ever had. There's something pretty epic about hunting a fish that weighs 100+ pounds in the open ocean. Every time I see it, it kinda blows my mind.
I'm no fisherman. Guts and blood are yucky. Fish (and even worms) are too squirmy. The killing thing makes me uneasy. I still can't tie small knots with my big fingers.
I'm kind of a pussy, but still a cowboy.
I enjoy the fishing experience. Out with the boys, catching dinner, getting sun, drinking beers. Cowboy is a lifestyle.
Sonny assured me I would slay in Cabo given the conditions -- and my expectations were high.
And slay we did.
Tee up Stoked by The Beach Boys.
In total we reeled in 6 bonita in a few hours. At one point we had three bonita bites at the same time. I lost one because I was scared of the fish squirming around once it got on the boat...go figure. But I gained confidence throughout the trip and we had plenty of fresh fish for a fiesta. A big sashimi dinner (marinated with green onions, lemon, and soy sauce). A real treat.
The big shebang was the 140 lb marlin we caught (and released). This thing was a unit. A massive sword of a nose, and a real fighter. It took two grown men over an hour to reel it into the boat. I kept a steady distance -- no need for a hospital visit for a sword injury from a 140 lb fish.
Beach Boys were blasting. Anders was overflowing with joy as I took pictures of his grand prize. He said "I'll remember this moment for the rest of my life".
Amen.