This tree, somewhat blurry because it was rather distant, is leaning out just east of Tranquil Point, trying to catch some rays and block the view.
[daily log: walking, 1km; boating, 25km]
Day: August 5, 2020
Caveat: Fishing Report #(n+10)
We started much later than usual, because we hadn’t planned on going. The weather report last night said it would windy and rainy. When I got up and looked out at 6, it was sunny and calm. So I re-checked the weather, and the forecasters had changed their minds. When Arthur got up at his normal time – around 830 – I suggested today might be a good day for fishing, after all.
So we left by around 930.
We went first to San Juan Island, where we’d had luck last Friday.
Today, we had no luck there. Zero nibbles.
But it was nice and calm. We motored south to near Tranquil Point, on the Prince of Wales mainland there. We had noted some other boats trolling along the coast, and thought maybe they knew something we didn’t.
I guess maybe they did. We put our hooks in just west of Tranquil, and within a minute, we had a bite. And so we circled around there, about 5 orbits in total, and landed 9 coho.
Arthur was pleased. Until we got home, and he had to butcher and clean and package all his fish. Then he was grumpy. I refuse to help in this process, because whenever I try to do something related to fish butchery or preservation, he hovers at my shoulder and tells me I’m doing everything wrong.
But I went down and cleaned the boat, and then I harvested some lettuce from the greenhouse, and then I found a few blueberries to pluck.
Year-to-date totals:
- Coho: 21
- Halibut: 1
- Lingcod: 1
Here are nine bloody fishies in the holding tank in the back of the boat.
Caveat: Poem #1466 “Never changing”
ㅁ When I dream of death there are still the trees and stones, a rain-damp backdrop.
– a pseudo-haiku.