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This article previously appeared in the June 2007 issue of Sportsman's News and is re-printed here with permission.

7 MAY 2007

A CUT ABOVE

Mexico's Lake Comedero Lodge offers world-class bass fishing and enough personal touches to make it the premier getaway for fisherman.

By Wayne Crowder

 

     "Holy Cow!" My brother exclaimed from the back of the boat. I turned to look back after hearing what sounded like a beaver tail slapping the water, and saw him frantically reeling against his drag. His rod was held high as he maneuvered what appeared to be a monstrous largemouth bass through the clear water. Moments before, we were watching a frog I was working, bobbing up and down through the flooded timber near the water's edge. We were anxiously awaiting the anticipated blow up with every pause or hop over a branch. While watching, my brother Keith had cast his chug-bug out the back of the boat near an isolated bush. He turned his attention toward the front of the boat to watch for the next big bass to hit my frog, and then, BOOM! FISH ON!

     A few days before, I met my younger brother at the Phoenix airport along with two other fishing buddies. I introduced him to Rodney Hurst and Powell Rods Pro Roy Hawk. My brother had flown in from Anchorage, Alaska and was excited to spend some time with me in Mexico and soak up some sun. The destination Lake Comedero Lodge on the shores of Lake Comedero, about 90 miles outside of Mazatlan, Mexico. We were going there to do one thing, catch big largemouth bass. Mexico is known in the bass fishing world as the ultimate destination for consistently big, largemouth bass.

     The flight into Mazatlan was stunning, with the ocean on one side of the plane and the lush, jagged mountains on the other. The new passport rule allowed us through customs without a problem and I was excited to use the Spanish I hadn't spoken in years. A nice gentleman from Ole` Tours was there to greet us at the airport, and we loaded up our gear into a new van and headed out. Mazatlan is a large city with many tourists and resorts along its white, sandy beaches. The drive out of Mazatlan reminded us all of the humble way in which many live in Mexico. We stopped a couple of times along the way in some of the smaller communities to let the local farm animals move off the road or to buy bread and candies from children. The driver from Ole' Tours was very pleasant and the van was stocked with an ice cooler full of drinks and water to keep us fresh.

     As we approached our destination, the reservoir could occasionally be seen between the peaks and hills of the lush tropical mountains. The sun was setting and the water was sparkling like a diamond in a coal deposit. One of the lodge residents met us at the gate and helped us unload all our gear from the van. I noticed right away that the accommodations at the lodge were clean, safe, and tidy with a classic Sante Fe look to them. You could tell this was a labor of love for the owners, James and Debbie Luebker. We quickly put our gear in the clean and spacious rooms, knowing that an exceptional steak dinner was on the table in the clubhouse. I was so caught up in the image and smell of dinner I smacked the rim of my hat into the closed sliding glass door when approaching! Thankfully, it kept me from completely walking into it. The dinner was so good that it would have been worth the embarrassment!

       Morning couldn't come soon enough, and at 5:30 a.m. we answered the chow bell with a breakfast spread that would rival a Las Vegas buffet. Debbie had been up since 4 a.m. to prepare eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, hash browns, pancakes, waffles, oatmeal, fruit, milk, coffee, juice, etc. As a few of us were eating breakfast, one of our group approached and was so excited to get going he walked right into the sliding glass door. We choked back laughter much to his embarrassment, and I had smiled remembering what had happened to me the night before. Needless to say, a piece of paper was taped to the ultra clean glass door to prevent further mishaps.

     After breakfast the four of us met our guides, Chapo, and Chayo, who led us down to our boats. The boats we fished out of were true bass boats, with a spacious platform and a trolling motor on the front that made a big difference compared to most guide services in Mexico. Each boat had a cooler that was stocked twice a day with two kinds of beer, bottled water and several different types of juice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author Wayne Crowder caught a new

personal best while at Lake Comedero Lodge.

Professional Fisherman Roy Hawk with a big

grin and the first of several huge bass for the day.

Roy hawk was impressed by the way these bass

exploded on large lures and engulfed them whole.

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