Ready for action, we awoke as the Mexican daybreak shone with a warming glow highlighted by a rooster's crow. "Yesterday roosterfish were jumping all over the sardines and goggle-eyes — they were fighting each other over the baits," said Pierce as I stepped onto the stern of the 35-foot Care-less. I salivated at the prospect, but the first order of business was bottomfishing for snapper and grouper. After a mere 10-minute ride from the Buena Vista dock, we cut the engines to drift over rock piles in 150 to 200 feet of water. Bonito schools rifled the sardines around us, and we dropped flutter jigs to the bottom and snap-jigged them back. I watched another boat nearby release a 30-pound amberjack, then my rod doubled over as a 15-pound cherry-red huachinango struck my jig. Drop the jig, snap it off the bottom, and reel in the fish: That method produced a steady stream of cabrilla, huachinango, bonito, triggerfish and golden tilefish. When Pierce was done casting small jig heads and plastics to bonito and small dolphin on the surface, we moved to the barren Los Cerritos beachfront to slow-troll sardines and goggle-eyes for roosterfish in the eight- to 20-foot depths.