We met Ken and Carole, Gary and Sally, Jenks, and Jeff for the drive to the Homer spit and the “Sea Witch” which was our halibut fishing boat. Four others joined us and off we went. We motored southwest for two hours and about fifty miles in rough seas of about seven feet.
Ada could not take the odor of the cabin and proceeded to take advantage of the rail. She evidently was not seasick and that is her story.
Our first “drop and fish” was pure torture. It was a rough sea and slipping and sliding on a pitching boat. It was a miracle no one was hurt or went overboard. There was also NO FISH.
The Captain realized the mistake after about a half an hour. We motored back for an hour toward calmer water. On our second “drop and fish” we hit a bonanza. Everyone excitedly limited out. We were even catching fish and throwing them back in favor of larger fish.
THE FISHING GOD SMILED!
Wet, cold and happy we lived through another adventure.
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