Its a Fishy Business—
Fishy Business!
From a very early age my dad quite regularly used to take me out on fishing trips off the South Coast. I can vividly remember my excitement heightened by the earthy pungent aroma of the clinker built fishing boats; they smelt like a sort of farmyard of the sea, a heady odour from decades of catches in contact with the tar and linseed oil ingrained timbers of the old boats with a background tang of rusty corroded diesels and bilges awash with old black engine oil and sea water. I never remember coming back from one of those trips without a sack full of fish and a beaming face. It’s probably those fond memories of times with my Dad that sometimes encourages me to pull out a line when I am sailing. So, having heard of a few disparaging rumours going around the club about my purported lack of success in fishing attempts, I wanted to set the record straight. Here, therefore, are three accounts of fishing ‘successes’ while sailing with HSSC friends. Read the rest…
