“Yeah, yeah,” I said, “It’d be called catching.”
That saying leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, and I did really well today with the seasickness issue. I suppose that’s what I get for not getting my butt out of bed at 5:30 a.m. I hop onto the boat come lunchtime, when my dear boyfriend comes back to the harbor for fuel and a sandwich or three. By that time, they had already caught quite a few bottom fish, including a ~22-pound lingcod.
I had a sinking feeling I wasn’t supposed to go out today. It started with not finding my fishing license. The first store we stopped into didn’t sell licenses anymore, the second couldn’t sell me a replacement, or a day pass, because he didn’t have the password to the machine; the third one’s machine was down; and the fourth one wasn’t sure how to sell me anything, but tried until we got to the option “Duplicate.” I leaned over the counter yelling “Yes! Yes! All I want is a duplicate!” Now I regret my pushiness: were I the one behind the counter I wouldn’t have put up with me. But finally, we could head out onto the water.
Too bad the fish didn’t notice.
Sean, our friend visiting from Chico, deemed me “lady luck” when we set out of the harbor . . . I think he’d like to take that one back. The fish must have heard him, and turned tail. The frustrating part was, we should have been catching fish. The conditions were amazing, there were bait balls all over the place, and I was feeling good, but there were no bites. Not a one.
nice not to come home empty-handed. Thank goodness for the bottom fish. In a flash of enthusiasm (insanity?), I asked to keep the head of the ling, to try my hand at a fish-head soup recipe. Yeah, it really doesn’t sound that appealing, does it?
Sean took home quite a bounty of fish, considering he’s a valley man; we took home a fat ziplock bag of filets. I’m a little worn out to start cooking anything tonight, but tomorrow morning I’ll be ready. We’ll see how that fish-head concoction does. I already have a recipe picked out that looks darned good. Check out the recipe for hee-tau-tung to see what I’m up against.
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