Wednesday, April 7, 2010

At last a fisherman


The next day we sailed from Jost to Virgin Gorda – Cody fished along the way. Mark noticed that the line from the fishing rod was tangled on the dinghy. Just as he cleared that and went over to clear the hand line we heard a fish hit. All hell broke loose, Cody dashed for the rod, Robert dashed for the gaff and Mark was cheering them on while I cleared the cockpit of shoes, towels and anything else that might be ruined by fish blood.

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