(Atlantic Ocean – Georgia Coast)
We survived our first night offshore. Trading shifts between the 3 of us we were under sail all night. As the sun began to rise only one thing was important onboard. Fishing. Greg had two rods trolling off the back before I even woke up.
When I did wake up Greg was geared up in his harness, ready to go up the mast to make a quick repair. He was standing at the mast waiting for me when I came out into the cockpit to the unmistakable sound of a screaming reel. Both reels, in fact, had a “FISH ON”.
Since my most recent fishing experience was Moosomin Lake, circa 1997, I was certainly not prepared for the strength of what was at the end of my line. Greg got both the fish aboard. He had bagged two little tunny. (Mick – the second picture is for you!)
The smaller fish and the lines went back into the ocean and the remainder of the day was spent waiting for the next big catch. We had little tunny for lunch, saw huge light towers in the middle of nowhere, and enjoyed a day like no other as pod after pod of dolphins came and played in our bows.
Our first sighting was a pod of 6. Later in the day we saw 2 more, then 4 more. Then, as if we had switched on our very own dolphin signalling device (I’m envisioning something similar to the Bat-Signal), there were dolphins flying into the boat from all directions. It was simply amazing how they all turned up, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, to hang out with us. As I am prone to quantify things I attempted to count them all and really couldn’t. They were everywhere. Layers, upon layers, of them between Oceanna’s bows. They zigged and zagged, barrel rolled and showed off, and generally just had a good time. The show just never seemed like it would end, and we were glad for it.
Greg shot loads of video, and even got some awesome underwater views using his GoPro and our old battens. They’ll be up here when a wifi connections permits. It’s currently sitting at 6% uploaded and that’s already been an hour.