I had a couple silvers hit the net before I had finished setting. The wind was blowing something fierce, and it really kicked up a swell on the beach. We very cautiously picked the fish out as they hit; 15 the first pass, more than 10 the second, and about 10 more the third. We dressed the fish after each pass, and didn’t actually pick the net up until the tide dropped out from under us later in the afternoon. We kept at it the whole day, and had about 80 fish for our efforts, all of which were sold on San Juan Island.
The highlights of the Bellingham skiff fishing were when I lost the anchor — TWICE — because of my own stupidity. I didn’t tie the end off, even after Linda suggested it.
We had a tense moment when Linda fell overboard. She was knocked over the rail after being on the wrong side of the long net hook. I was a bit freaked because that skiff isn’t very maneuverable, especially in the wind; when I looked over the rail I was relieved to see Linda standing there, looking up at me amongst the breakers. We were fishing in only 3 feet of water).
TO BE CONTINUED…