Editor’s Note: While Margie’s taking in the sights (and hopefully a pint or two of Guinness) in Ireland, her husband made a quick trip up the coast to Nantucket for a wild day at sea. Morgen and two other intrepid trawlers were rewarded at the end of their choppy excursion with an impressive haul of bluefish. But what to do with the catch…
Few pleasures compare with waking at 5 o’clock in the morning and kayaking out to a 90-horse whaler with your gear, when the seas are rough and the sun’s behind a heavy wall of grey, then riding the whaler like a bucking bull for an hour to the perfect feasting ground. But if you’ve never cast a line into the midst of a bubbling, frothing bluefish feeding frenzy, that’s just what you’ve got to do.
A few spirited mates help bolster the will.
Tom was the architect of this adventure. He and a mutual friend had convinced me to come to Nantucket a day earlier than originally planned so that I wouldn’t miss out on any fishing. We took the one-hour trip over some pretty rough water to Great Point at the northern end of Nantucket, where two currents collide and the bluefish hunt for breakfast. The gulls and terns scream overhead and dive when their own breakfast comes into view.
For equipment, you need a rod and reel – and it might be wise to bring an extra one in case the first flies off the boat when the wind is up and you’re being thrown into the air by a big swell. Not speaking from experience or anything…You also need a big sharp hook, some pliers to get it back out, a glove and a knife. A can of beer helps too when you’re done with your catch. Our experience was barely sporting – the fish seemed ready to jump into the boat, there were so many. But still, they put up a good fight. We hooked eight: one got away, we released two and took five home. [Read more...]