Text and photographs by Mary L. Peachin, David F. Peachin, and courtesy of The Tides Resort
April, 2011, Vol. 15, No. 6
Watching those long dorsal fins zigzag while chasing our lures pumped our hearts. Roosterfish will veer away from a slowed popper. A species of amberjack, the rooster has a run that keeps on running and running and running. Fighting a sizable striped beauty with its upright cock-like dorsal on 30 pound test is an easy half hour fight.
That roosterfish had always eluded me “gnawed in my craw.” Migrating from Baja’s shore in the Sea of Cortez as far south as Costa Rica, their schooling habits always varied from my itineraries. When I read an Ixtapa Sportfishing’s e-blast report that Captain Adolpho had a nine roosterfish or pez gallo in a day, I Googled airline reservations, called my husband David, and said, “Let’s go!”