|One for the Bournival Fishing Album.|
About two hours later as I was sitting under a cloudy sky listening to my iPod at the helm with Richard below on his off-watch, I noticed the line start to peel out of my reel. “Richard, I think I got something on my rod!” I yelled down below to rouse Richard. I put the boat on autopilot and got the rod out of the rod holder on the aft-port rail. I immediately felt something fighting back and knew that I had something a little more substantial than the puny little skipjack I had hooked into the other day. As I reeled the line in, and subsequently the fish peeled more out, I told Richard that if the fish was too big for the net, we might have to use the gaff hook so Richard went below to get it, just in case.
|A 37 inch, 22+ pound Wahoo.|
The closer the fish got to the boat the better I was able to see what was on the business end of my line. It looked huge! It wasn’t until I had the fish alongside the boat that I realized what I had hooked into…a wahoo! It took us a bit of time to actually get the fish into the cockpit; the net proved to be pretty much useless as the boat kept bouncing up and down in the swell and the gaff hook has too short of a handle. In a final effort to get this fish in the boat, I lifted the rod and the fish out of the water (I know, Gregg, a major no-no!) and Richard grabbed the line, lifted and swung the monster into the cockpit. As he stood there holding the line allowing the fish to hang its full length, I got my first glimpse of what a real fish looked like. Long and slender, with beautiful blue-green stripes; it was the most aerodynamic fish I think I’ve ever seen.
|Neatly packaged, labeled, and ready for freezing...|
couldn't be easier!