Fishing has never been a big part of sailing for us. But today we didn’t catch a fish. We came close, so close I was able to snap this photo, and despite Greg reeling it in with lots of noise, and Dan waving an old, broken boat hook around and shouting advice (if you can call it that), the cheeky little blighter snuck away. I think it’s a bluefish: apparently they are very aggressive and will attack a tin can towed behind a boat, so even with our total lack of skills we had some chance (albeit not enough in this case). The wasabi remains unopened.
We’ve just arrived back in Newport after a rolly day sailing and motoring in fog, and listened to a Coast Guard chopper trying to rescue people from a sinking fishing boat. Sailing in fog remains exciting, but has lost the complete fear factor from pre-radar days. As Greg likes to say "fog happens". This morning we also pulled the windlass apart and fixed it (yeah!) and gave the boat a clean up.
Dan just left for Boston and will be missed: he's full of enthusiasm, rivals Greg for inventive cooking, has an easy laugh, and this despite a mischievous streak that seemed to find a happy home with us, and Greg especially (I'm more of the quiet type you see). We hope to meet Dan in Panama later in the year (In about a week Dan is planning to drive his truck to the West Coast, then south through Mexico and down, down, down to Panama). As the sun sets, Greg and I have anchored in Newport harbor and we will set off tomorrow up Buzzards Bay, working our way towards Maine.
But now I will take my first shower (well, dive in, soap up, dive in, quick rinse in freshy) in four days. We do swim a lot which (otherwise) helps.
[Editors note: I do hope Greg does the same.]
1 comment:
see that you got the rod and reel. nice that it is in use already. think you might be right on the ID (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bluefish)..
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