This year the water
clarity in the northern sea was unusually poor so the spear fishing wasn’t
particularly fun or productive.
Fortunately we were able to pick up the slack with many hours of
intensive dinghy trolling. With Trisha
playing the pole and me driving, we catch a lot of fish. Most of the fish we eat are in the cabrilla
or sea bass family including grouper, sand bass and panama graysby. Occasionally, we stumble upon a school of
fish known as firecracker yellow tail wich are excellent served raw as
sashimi or in poki. Later in the summer,
we were catching Sierra and this quickly became one of our favorites. Once in a while we have a day on the water
that yields a good fish story.
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| (Photo courtesy of Harmony) |
One day we were out
trolling and Trisha got a BIG hit. The
fish took off and the fishing line was screaming off of reel at an incredible
speed. She handed the pole to me and I
slowed flow of the line by gently squeezing it against the pole with my
hand. With the line now paying out at a
crawl, the fish was towing our dinghy at an impressive pace. I killed the outboard motor and let the fish expend
its energy. There was just a little line
left on the reel so I started pumping the
pole: pulling up and reeling line in on the way down. After several minutes I had recovered nearly
all of the line and we were anxiously looking into the water for this monster
fish. When the exhausted fish surfaced
we were disappointed to see that it was a Crevalle Jack (best used as pet food). Anyway, by my estimate the fish was a good
four feet long. Trisha agrees that it
was longer than three feet. I removed
the hook with a pair of pliers and the fish slowly headed to the bottom,
hopefully recovering to fight another day.
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| I forgot to take a picture of the fish but here is the yield of a good day's fishing for Sierra. |
A couple of weeks
later we hooked another big fish trolling in the dinghy. This time it was a Dorado (known as Mahi Mahi
on a restaurant menu). After Trisha
hooked it, it took off and jumped clean out of the water four different times
during the fight. Since we do not have a
net, we had to get a little creative with the landing – we don't need a flopping fish snagging our inflatable boat with one of the hooks in its
mouth. Trisha slowly drove the dinghy to
a nearby beach while I played the fish.
Once on the beach I jumped out of the dinghy and continued the fight
from shore. Once the fish was reeled
into about a foot of water I gave the pole a big heave and pulled it way up
onto the cobble beach. The unhappy fish
was flopping around wildly, so I picked up a softball sized rock and slammed it
in the head. It wasn't pretty, but it
worked. The Dorado was about three feet
long, not as large as the jack but very edible.
With no freezer available, we enjoyed four Dorado meals over three days. We also got a little sick of fish.
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| Derrick holding up Trisha's Dorado... |
