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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

 

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Rodney Hurst with the ten-pound prize that he landed on Lake Comedero.

Lake Comedero near Mazatlan, Mexico, holds your greatest bass fishing experience just waiting to happen.

Keith Crowder was too busy hauling in bass to stop and pose very often on this trip.

    

     When we left the shore, the stars were slowly fading away to the bright purple and orange of dawn, and I felt a strange, dreamlike detachment from reality as we skimmed across the lake in the brisk twilight of the morning. We pulled into a bay, and within minutes I caught my first fish. The morning was humid and cold but the fish was warm, a stark contrast to the feel of fish back home.

     Lizards, tubes, worms and spinner baits all worked. My brother had never caught a bass before, but was quickly welcomed to the club with over 25 fish before lunch! We released all but 5 small fish, weighing one to two pounds to take back for lunch. All of the guests shared stories of the morning’s catch on the short ride back to the lodge. It was a good thing we were late for Rodney had caught a ten-pound bass just after noon on big swimbait. We gawked at the photos on his digital camera as his smile lit up the lunch table.

     Lunch everyday consisted of fresh salsa, fish and chips, beans, fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, and anything else we desired. Notes were compared during lunch and we quickly modified our gear accordingly.

     The afternoon was focused on trying to catch a fish over 10 pounds. My brother and I laughed and joked and got to know the guide as he put us on fish time and time again.

     By the end of the first day my brother and I had caught over 100 bass with a few tilapias and catfish mixed in. Many fish were over 5 pounds and a few were in the seven to eight pound range. We again compared notes over dinner and couldn’t believe the day!

     The wonderful Mexican food Debbie made for dinner could only be rivaled by her bread pudding dessert. I can truly say Debbie’s food is better than going home to Momma’s house to eat. You had to be careful and watch what you said in the lodge for she remembered everything you said and would surprise you with a special drink or dish to make the experience even more enjoyable.

     Just before lunch on the second day I was reeling in a huge bass, easily over 10 pounds, but when I got her to the boat she came unbuttoned. She actually stayed by the boat for what seemed like an eternity and then we all watched in awe and horror as she swam away. We went back to that spot several times over the next two days but never found her again. Keith’s biggest catch of the trip, the one I shared at the beginning of this story, came during the afternoon of the second day. I snapped a picture of him as he reached down to lip the eight-pound bass out of the water; it’s the only picture I have of him smiling.

     Over the course of three days, the four of us had an amazing experience and we’ve all vowed to return next year and do it again. In one boat, Keith and I both caught several fish in the five to eight-pound range, and I had a few pushing nine pounds on the frog. In the other boat, Roy Hawk was a fishing machine, consistently catching more big fish. We all caught our personal best, saw some incredible scenery and not one of us got sick, which is a testament to the great way we were taken care of.

     We’d like to thank Sportsman’s News for recommending the lodge and for giving us this wonderful opportunity to fish; and Powell Rods for sending Roy Hawk and the excellent rods we each got to use. Most of all, thanks to James and Debbie Luebker for memories that will last a lifetime.

     Lake Comedero Lodge is a five-star resort with a personal, almost family like touch. James and Debbie Luebker are the epitome of southern hospitality, and I have decided to adopt them as my grandparents. Whether it’s James’ famous margaritas, or Debbie’s shrimp heaven and ceviche, everything is made with love and pride. The fishing makes Lake Comedero spectacular, but James and Debbie make the Lake Comedero Lodge a cut above. Be sure to visit their website, www.lakecomederolodge.com.

 

                                                                   

 

 

 

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