Pacific Crossing, Part IV — One Zero to the Fish

We had imagined life at sea to be smooth, lazy days with a fresh fish on the table for dinner every night. Not so. At least not so far. We have had our lines out a few times on the days when the swells were not too big, but we haven't caught a thing yet. Even using our new lure. In fact we lost a lure making it 1 to 0 for the fish. Dang.

Mind you, if we didn't mind eating squid, we would have some every day. They literally jump onto the boat at night. This morning the harvest consisted of 12 squid and a flying fish. Yummy! Ok, maybe not so yummy.

We have started to do a squid count every morning now as it seems it will be the only fish coming onto the boat this trip. Today the flying fish outnumbered the squid. Oh yes, and after another day with the lines in the water, the score is 2 to 0 for the fish.

We had the lines in the water again and I unfortunately have to report the score is now 3 to 0 for the fish. Jens is losing hope. And running out of lures.

We haven't put away the fishing gear just yet. We had a line out with a small lure for a couple of days. We didn't catch anything on that so today Jens decided to try one of the larger lures we had bought before we left Galapagos. Good try, nice effort, but the fish are still winning and we can now count 4 to 0 for the fish.

The only fish Jens has brought in are these small, smelly flying fish that landed on the deck last night. It's a pretty poor situation. Seems you have lost your fishing mojo, Jens?