So, now you are bailing with both hands? That's not fishing. That's keeping the boat afloat, I think! Good story, keep going
So, now you are bailing with both hands? That's not fishing
I'm loving this. The bailing is all part of the "Jamaican experience".
I remember using a piece of wood to keep the freezer compartment in the fridge closed among other things - LOL
Irie Sue
If I were to look toward the sky I could point out the clouds, birds, planes and of course the sun. Looking down from the boat I saw the ocean surface with its ripples and waves. MyCaptain looked down in anger. "Those goddamn dolphins"he cried! "They upset the cage!" I had no clue what he was talking about. But he saw things below the surface that escaped my gaze. We quickly started to hoist the cage. I still saw nothing. As my arms began to burn I spied my first glimpse of the cage. It was made of sticks and chicken wire about four feet by three feet. The design attracted any fish or crustacean into a tunnel of wire that proved to be a one way journey. Inside, they would have their last meal and try to find a way out. Baseball sized dents showed on this cage and MyCaptain again cursed those dolphins. Inside the cage were half eaten fish and a couple of live lobsters. He explained the techniques of those thieving mammals. They would first upset the cage hoping they could break it open. If not, one would approach one side and sonically bombard the fish so they scooted to the far edge of the cage where the others would pick at tails and fins sticking out of the cage. If by chance their favourite dish of octopus was inside they would forget about the chance of injury and bite the chicken wire to gain access to the tasty treat. This cage was broken open but not enough to give a dolphin access. There was no octopus in this cage apparently. We hoisted it aboard and extracted the lobsters. There was one big one and I was surprised that MyCaptain returned her to the cage. "She's making babies." So for all our efforts we reaped one average size lobster. Tough gig! We repaired the cage and restocked it with bread and fruit and left the half eaten fishie parts. We slid the cage into the sea and MyCaptain guided it to the bottom. He took his "spy glass", a wooden box with a glass bottom and ensured the cage was placed properly. He put away the box and steered us towards the next cage. A flying fish hummed beside us. So cool!
loving this!!!
Sweet!
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The next cage proved more bountiful. Little Parrot fish and slightly larger yellowfin were wriggling in the cage bouncing off a bewildered Pufferfish. Only the Puffer would return to the sea. I was surprised and disappointed at the harvest of the smaller fish. I said nothing. I was only a passenger. I get my fish from the frozen section, courtesy of the Chinese. I prodded the Puffer back to the water with a stick and he wiggled away. The captured, were thrown into a plastic milk crate to dance till their deaths. Occasionally one would flip out into the oily water on the boat bottom. I stopped my bailing and threw him back into the crate, his hope of freedom quashed. We rebaited the cage and set it on the sea floor. MyCaptain squinted towards his next investment and we continued our harvest. He would show me how to use the ocean current to assist in the hoisting of the cages. It was a little slower but so much easier. My back hurt and my legs were sore from the work on imbalanced feet. Every so often I would need my arms to keep from falling. I had hoped MyCaptain hadn't seen that, but he had. I saw the smirk. I don't think that he would hire me but I hoped he enjoyed my company.
He didn't volunteer a lot of information without being asked but I'm the kind of guy who asks. I realized that this was only one of his many professions. His days were full and his family filled the spaces in between. He slept about four hours a day if you didn't count the naps. He said he was blessed and thankful and if God would do something about those damned dolphins he would have nothing to complain about.
Dash....Love the report.....love your attitude.....love your sense of humor. Id love to hang out sometime......
But for gods sake man use a paragraph once in a while. Reading that huge block of words is going to make me go blind!!!
Seriously.....dig your stuff man.
"Knowledge, logic, reason, and common sense serve better than a dozen rule books."
-- E. Gary Gygax
Suggestion Dash, I have plenty of life vests you could have borrowed. We don't want any polite Canadians lost at sea.
Gail
Great story telling. Loved this line. "I wonder if a lot of Canadians die of politeness." hahahaa oh sorry, please continue
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