He was right, but it wasn't until the throttles of the potent 1,925 hp CAT C32s were pulled back from 1,800 rpms and 32 knots — the beautiful thing about fishing out of San Juan is that it's a few short miles to the grounds — that the wave heights became evident. Ay Caramba handled the big, cresting, beam-to/starboard forward-quartering seas so well, when we put the lines in it was a surprise how high up I was looking at the turmoil from the teak-soled cockpit.
The 66-footer trolled calmly; it didn't roll, buck, slosh or tip, no matter what direction we were going — up-sea, down-sea or beam-to. The slow fishing, 3 a.m. wake-up call and 80-degree heat took its toll, however. After enjoying a tasty Cuban sandwich, I could hear the cushy, air-conditioned mezzanine seating calling my name, and a power nap ensued. The large overhang for the mezzanine created a welcome shade from the hot Puerto Rican sun.