Rene Matthyssen

Name
Mr. Rene Matthyssen
AKA
Cuzzo
Favorite place in Hawaii?
West Side Oahu.
One thing you can't live without?
Adventure.
What are you doing when you aren't working?
Thinking about work.
Favorite FITTED hat?
Anything black on black.
What inspires you?
Being original.

BALL BOYZ

Monday, April 14th, 2014

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The thing about fishing is that other fishermen rarely if ever will give you reliable info that will put you on the fish. I mean they will elude to the general vicinity but will always leave out a small detail, kinda like a chef leaving out the secret ingredient to a recipe. Ahi fishing is probably the most secretive of all. So when the Ball Boyz and I picked up on some cryptic chatter on a local fishing forum about somebody who had just scooped not one but three of the prized fire fish on his last trip it got us more than motivated to head out. Sure it was a few days later but Friday morning provided a perfect window from work and weather and off we went. Uncle the Ball Capo recruited another boat to join us in the hunt and we met before dawn at the Westside harbor. With radio’s set to channel 18 we set off in hopes of landing the big one. Our tag team plan was cut really short when Capt. Joe and first mate Arnold called in not thirty minutes later saying they hooked up a 400lb Marlin just outside the harbor and were heading home to celebrate. Fuckers. We congratulated them and then motored on to the numbers where we heard there was action. At the 20 mile mark just as promised we find birds and porpoise and 6 other boats… we are late. Usually birds and porpoise would mean Ahi strikes but after three hours and no boats hooking up we decide to head in… it’s a three hour ride back to the harbor. Oh well can’t catch them sitting on the couch. Cruising in we keep complete silence as each of us if hoping for a mercy strike to answer our fishing prayers. As Uncle naps and I occupy my time between taking flicks and cuzzo lights we hear Johnny boy at the helm yell “rubbish”. First pass we get hit and we get a Mahi in the boat and get rid off that awful skunk smell. Thank God.

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QUITTERS NEVER WIN

Wednesday, April 9th, 2014

SATURDAY MORNING

Monday, April 7th, 2014

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No cartoons. No captain crunch. No sugar water. No smart phone. No problem.

SUNDAY WE REST

Monday, March 17th, 2014

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NOVELTY, UNPREDICTABILITY, COMPLEXITY

Thursday, March 6th, 2014

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Back at my usual Thursday shit, with a twist. Got to Heeia around 6:30am just in time to see an eye popping sunrise… oh how I am looking forward to making this place my new family home. Sky shows up right on cue and we get his boat in the water quickly… the water looked soo inviting. Motoring to Moku Manu we lay out the lures just outside the bay and we are fishing, correction, indulging in our favorite leisure activity. This was Sky’s first trip on the water after what he claims was his BDE. He scored big time last week and wanted to relive the dream at the same spot… we trolled on looking for the opelu piles so we could try our hand at a little live baiting. Thing about live bait is that you never know what is going to hit your bait. Ah and here lies the twist. So once we find the bait fish and Sky manages to get a couple in the boat with the spinner rod and damashi I send one out on the Penn 50 while he continues to chase the bait. So we have a couple livies out… one long one short when out of nowhere comes the man in the gray suit. Not our target species. What ensued was a 45 minute battle that was both unpredictable and complex. Each time I managed to crank the shark to within leader range he made another deep run peeling off every inch of line that I had so painstakingly just put on the reel. This went on for a long while until we decided that we better just yank this guy up hand line style before we piss him off real good. When we eventually get the shark next to the boat it is immediately crystal clear that this is a very strong and very big fish (9ft 200lbs+) and our boat is seeming kinda small (14ft single hull Livingston). Mind you we are about 4 miles offshore in the deep blue. We cut him off as close to the hook as possible without losing a digit and the shark is free to go about his day keeping balance in the ocean. CNR. – RM

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AMERICAN BEAUTY

Thursday, February 27th, 2014

LABOR OF LOVE

Saturday, February 15th, 2014

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Snuck away early Thursday morning… I know fishing on a Thursday WTF!?… one of the few benefits of being self employed. Since I’m sharing it here on the blog I can write it off… right?(remind me to clarify that with my accountant). There was a small break in the weather and lately the warehouse has been swarmed by all types of artists, hipsters, media film crews, native activists and every type of hanger on (Pow Wow takeover in case your not in the know) so it made perfect sense to plan a quick run down the Waianae coast. The getaway coast. By plan I mean calling my first mate Sky only hours before our scheduled launch time… he is always down to try our luck on the bottomless sea. Viewing the island from 10 miles out really puts things in perspective, I’ll leave it up to you to decide which things. Since we shoved off a little after 7am (kinda late) we hauled ass out to Makua and set a couple lines as we approached the point. The 9/0 with a small aku lure immediately starts singing that sweet sound and we surprisingly land a nice Ono!(high fives and cuzzo light time and it isn’t even 8am yet). Anyways as you can tell from the snappos Sky took on his iphone it was a epic day and the fresh sash under the mango tree was our reward. Hope your Thursday went as well. – RM

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FOLLOW THE LEADER

Wednesday, February 12th, 2014

DOWN HERE HONOMALINO

Friday, February 7th, 2014

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Down here Honomalino is about as far away from the world of work and consumption as one could hope to be, unless of course you are talking about the 6 pack of cuzzo lights that I brought in my back pack. Those were most definitely consumed. To get here you must first descend a winding 5 mile single lane road from the main hwy and then hike a pleasant 1 mile lava rock path that hugs the coastline. No cars here and a good thing too… because if this black sand beach was accessible by car I’m sure it would be overrun with the less adventurous. What makes this trip memorable is that our “line leader” Kuhao hooked up a beautiful blue omilu just off the rocks on the southern end of the beach. Kuhao has been busy doing charity work and not fishing as he told us… he also shared that he had been skunked on his 5 previous trips to the bay. I knew his luck had changed when Capri, Auntie Ashley, Uncle Kema and myself were exiting the aquarium like water only to look up and see Kuhao walking out with significantly more swagger than he walked in with(catching a fish will do that to you). The self proclaimed knife snob then proceeded to make a brisk b-line for the campsite where he whipped out a extremely sharp sashimi knife and hooked us up with a tasty platter of fresh fish. So good. – RM

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TRADITIONAL LEISURE

Monday, February 3rd, 2014

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I’m sure you all are sick and tired of me writing about how much I enjoy the Big Island blog after blog but what can I say… “you like what you like”. Right. This trip here took place during the Super Bowl Weekend. I know it’s unbelievable that I would give up sitting in front of the TV eating 7 layer bean dip for 6 hours to go sleep in a tent on the beach without the luxury of modern plumbing for 2 days. Even more unbelievable is that I would require my 5 year old daughter to accompany me. Luckily for Capri and I, Mr. Kema knows we enjoy nothing more than lounging lagoon side especially when that lagoon happens to be one in Milolii. I have to admit though the monsoon that was clobbering Oahu on the morning of our departure had me wondering if it was a good idea to fly out on such short notice. Just as I was about to pull the cord on the mission Kema sent a picture via text to my flip phone(yes my flip phone can receive pictures). All doubts were quelled by the image of a cloudless blue sky as he was on his way over from Hilo. Game on. We arrived at the venerable Uncle Sam’s compound a few hours later with cooler full of cuzzo lights and a army surplus duffle bag full of all that is needed to be content in such a paradise. As always many mahalos to the Kema/Grace ohana for keeping the aloha spirit alive and well. – RM

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