Until yesterday, I had not fished since catching the shark at Raroia. Yesterday, I hooked something, but it worked its way off the line before I could land it. Today, I put the line out about 7:00 this morning and went about doing my chores. I had just finished cleaning out the fridge. Nothing fresh was left. I was in the cockpit getting rid of the spoiled food, some cheese, fruit, and bread. Before finishing, I got a hit on the rod. I heaved to and started fighting the fish. It took me twenty minutes to tire the fish out and bring it alongside the boat. Without a gaff, I had to grab the nearly five foot dorado by the gills and wrestle it aboard. By the time I processed the fish, more than an hour had passed. I’m sorry to say I could not take all of the fish. I cut out six huge fillets, leaving perhaps a third of the fish as fish food. But even if I eat fish twice a day for the next week, I don’t think I will finish what I have.
