02/13/2010, 12 32.0'n:61 23.4'w
After plane delays and an unexpected overnight stay in Bridgetown, Barbados, Alexa finally arrived.
We will be leaving this morning for Tobago Cays and the surrounding islands for week a snorkeling and relaxation and daddy time.
Internet as usual will be spotty if at all.
Thise wishing to contact me can do so at the Sailmail address.
While I await my daughter Alexa's arrival, which is a story in it's self, I have a few days to relax, clean up the boat a little and work at my new hobby.
Here is a snippet of a conversation I had with Beckie this morning.
(Ron, you gonna love this)
remember last night while we were talking
I said I had a fish on the line?
a small blue one
must have been 6-7 inches
well I forgot about it after we logged off
I read for a while and fell asleep
well, all of a sudden
I woke up with a start
to hear the reel going
now remember there was already a fish on the line
not just a morsel of bait
I scrambled out of bed
struggled to find my glasses
and then it was over
I climbed up into the cockpit
and the pole was still there
cause it was tied to the boat
but there was no line left in the reel
did it break
the pole was hanging off the boat
I wonder if a boat took it
I tied it pretty good
or a fish
at 3 in the morning?
the line was hanging off the side
had to be a fish... a big fish
to eat the fish that was already on the line
too bad you missed it
thats what I am thinking
that would have been cool
now, how to write that in the blog
just like you did
with the errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
i could hardly fall asleep after that
my heart was pounding so
I am not that bad yet
I don't know
but it was exciting
you get pretty excited
about fish these days
i think I''ll just copy this whole conversation and put it in the blog
end of conversation
So, somewhere around here is a fish of undetermined size, dragging around a brand new sinker, two new hooks and about 500 feet of 80 lb test line.........
Note to self: tie the line better around the reel if your not gonna be there to attend to it in the middle of the night!
It was a good day.
I dropped off two bags of garbage to the dumpster. The dumpster is on the other side of the ferry dock, by the fish market, which is about a 15 minute ride. I could have tied up at the dinghy dock and carried the bags to the dumpster. But by land it's a fair walk past the Rasta market. So I tied up to the fishing dock and walked over to the dumpster. The fishermen were bringing in their catch up the day. When one fisherman is done and his catch weighed, someone blows a conch horn and signals for the next in line that it's his turn. I watched the process for awhile before heading back to my dinghy.
I motored over to the dinghy dock and walked into town. I found the fishing tackle shop and bought a few new lures. I figured it was about time to try something else as I am not having very good luck. The lady told me..... "That's why it's call it fishing... and not catching..." I bought them anyhow.
I stopped by the vegetable lady that Beckie and I met last week and bought a small Papaya and two oranges. I'll do a better shopping when Alexa gets here. Things spoil too fast down here.
Back to the boat, I ran the engine for an hour. I didn't run it very much yesterday on my way back from St Vincent - I sailed all the way. While the engine was running I tried to find the leak in the port tube of the dinghy - no luck. It has to be pumped up every other day.
After a water break I fixed the old fishing reel I had. I took it apart and found a small wrap of line around the gears inside. Cool, now that it's fixed I can throw out another line - more hooks - more fish? I also put a stronger line on my small casting pole - you never know when you might hook something really big and I want to be prepared.
I sat and read for awhile and finished "Farewell to Arms".
OMG it's almost time for cocktails - Where does the day go......... Beckie knows!
It was a good day