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Recently, my friend David and his wife Nichole went to Mexico for their honeymoon. They found a resort through a travel agent and booked a weeklong stay. While David was looking over the resort amenities in the travel brochure, he found an ad that read, Sport Fishing Aboard the Tango With Captain Hosea. Nichole likes to fish almost as much as he does and it only took little convincing to get her to agree to a 1/2 day offshore fishing trip. David called Captain Hosea, a native that spoke very little English. After a frustrating 20-minute conversation they were able to communicate well enough to book a trip. From what he was able to gather from the captain there was another couple that wanted a trip the same day and they were open to sharing the cost of the charter, David agreed and everything was set.
The first couple of nights in the resort they watched as the sun set on the small marina filled with fancy sport fishers, both of them anxious for the offshore fishing trip. They tried to find the Tango at marina several times, but it appeared to be out every time they checked. This just made them all the more excited, as they thought the Tango must catch a lot of fish if they are constantly gone from the dock!
The night before the trip they still could not find their boat. Concerned, David called Captain Hosea. Hosea in his broken English told him “Meet, end of pier, 8 morning time, bring food, cerveza, for all.” When they arrived on the dock they asked the dock master, an American, where the Tango was docked. The dock master laughed, and said “The Tango does not dock here, they have a mooring in the harbor. But if you really want to find them I believe they are down at the end of the pier right now. Yes, as a matter of fact I am sure that is them. See that cloud of black smoke that is the Tango.” On the way down the pier they passed a disappointed looking young couple and overheard the woman say, "Well look on the bright side honey, at least you did not put in