Boating for Fish: Fail

This is a series of posts regarding a recent trip to the South of England. Just now, we are in Cornwall.

F wanted to fish. One day we drove for an hour to find a good fishing rod. Found and assembled, F thought we'd get a better catch if we went out into the sea.



He tossed me a wetsuit and inflated the boat. I didn't realize before that I had a fear of wetsuits and water, but as I struggled in to the clingy suit, I felt indestructable.



But we had made a tiny mistake. The tide was coming into the port and we wanted to go out of the port. After struggling against the tide for 20 minutes, in which both oarlocks broke off the dinghy. So we just let the tide take us back into shore and fished off the rocks.

When F caught his first fish, the look on his face was priceless. It was a pollock and big enough to eat.


Even though the lighting is terrible, this is a picture of F with his first catch in his hand. We gutted, filleted, and cooked them that night for dinner. De-Lic-Shous!