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I went to punta cana back in the late 1980's on a similar trip with a girl friend. We went fishing twice. It was pretty rough. I watched my girlfriend turn green as the swells rolled by and when the capt turned and the diesel fumes came into the cockpit she was toast. The second trip I went looking for marlin alone, a couple hookups but nothing to write home about. After that I played a bunch of golf. They are suppose to have a good bite at times of big blue marlin off the very end of the island but I was there at the wrong time.
Good luck down there. I would advise making one good trip with a big time capt on a major boat. It is a strange place...or at least it was in 1980's... you will see military walking on the beach with fully automatic machine guns as you catch rays and girl watch. Esp near the border.
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