The jinx is over…fish for dinner at last!
December 26, better known as Boxing Day in some parts of the world. After spending the night on Orion at the marina we set sail for Coffin Island around 9:30 a.m. Set sail? Not really…there was no wind blowing at all! I guess Santa needed it all on Christmas to get the reindeer flying, because not even a breeze was to be found! Luckily we don’t live in the olden times anymore where one had to patiently wait for wind! So we cranked up the good old Diesel and puttered off. Not quite a sailor’s dream but better than sitting at the dock for sure!
To make the best of the situation, the Captain decided to put out a fishing rod. “No problem, but please no bloody guts in the cockpit at all times” demanded the First Mate who gets promoted to Admiral at times like this. And really there was no worry, because no fish has dared to hook onto the Captain’s fishing rod since we got Orion some two years ago. Somehow it’s jinxed! Okay…back to our sail from Salinas to Coffin Island. We are leisurely motoring away and Coffin Island is in site, when the fishing rod makes that unmistakable whizzing noise coming from a spinning reel. Without exchange of words we make a flying change of positions: Rick to the fishing rod and I to the helm (steering wheel on a boat). Now what? I slow down Orion whilst the Captain is actually fighting something at the end of that rod! Of course we both believe it is a piece of debris from something we just passed…but hey it’s putting up a good fight! Then there is a silver splash…it’s a fish…the adrenaline is starting to set in. Wow a fish!