This 44-foot hardtop-equipped express is equally at home chasing billfish, dayboating, or cruising.
Three out of four live ballyhoo-rigged circle hooks went down as three sailfish took to dancing across the waters just offshore of Key Largo, Florida’s Ocean Reef Club. Shortly after the hookup, I developed a strong appreciation for the agility of Cabo’s
There are good reasons why the new Cabo 44 upstaged a TV personality.
A striking blonde holding a microphone doesn’t often come in second in commanding attention. But such was the case at the Miami International Boat Show in February, when a winsome TV personality drew less notice than the black-shrouded boat she was unveiling. Little wonder. Cabo Yachts’
The new Cabo Yachts 52 Flybridge (FB) and last year’s Cabo 52 Express may share the same Divinycell-cored hull and 1,675-hp Caterpillar C32s in their engine rooms, but that’s about it. From her Pipewelder’s tower to her saloon, the 52 FB is both a new and
The moment was bordering on silly fun. I took over the wheel of the Cabo 38 Flybridge (Hull No. 1) and with minimal input from the ZF electronic controls made her spin like a top. As I throttled the optional 800-mhp MAN diesels, she whipped around to port in a perfect circle while the 27x33 four-blade nibral wheels ate up the cobalt water off Port Everglades inlet. Thus this pocket battlewagon
I’m going to take her from the tower, okay?” I enthusiastically inquired with Cabo Yachts’ international sales manager Steve Boerma. I’m a certified tuna-tower nut, although I don’t entirely know why. Perhaps it’s because I grew up with one on my dad’s boat, run my own boat from her tower, or just enjoy the solitude up top. Maybe it’s all of the above. I do know that when I saw the optional
If there's such a thing as an old hippie hideout, it's Santa Cruz, California. A port town surfing the edge of Monterey Bay, a few miles south of 'Frisco, Santa Cruz seems loaded with folks of a certain age—my age, actually—sporting hairstyles, clothes, and vocabularies that hark back, sometimes subtly, sometimes strikingly, to the Bad Old Days. Or at least that was my take as I