Catching Your Breakfast From the Ocean Office
Turns out the rod I broke so carelessly was covered by a well thought out warranty, indeed. Looks like an airline banged up the rods as there was a dent and my friend’s rod broke too, coincidence? I think not, Watson. Decided to try my luck this morning as I’m always up and I’ve realized that 5:07-7:13AM is prime time around here on the west coast of Little Corn Island, the sun isn’t even up yet, it’s this magical hour of sorts where the streets are surprisingly full and anything can happen…
First off, if you work online and for yourself, you’ll have customers around the world. Living in this part of the world makes one near the end of the day. Waking up early is when you’re going to get some back and forth email opportunities with associates from Europe which is worth it. The new routine is doing your work emails from the sea wall with a line in the water; it redefines the concept of an office. The air is clean, rent is free and the clouds painted on the horizon are always changing shapes, shades and sizes.
I cast out and nothing, after a patience wearing while I got a bite and boom, a jack. A lady I know loves jack so I always hook her up, I was pleased. This older gentleman showed up and began watching, moments later a gar struck. This thing went nuts jumping and freaking out in a most frantic fashion. I had to keep him away from some boat lines but he jumped over and luckily, jumped back. He’s useless so we threw him back as an offering to the sea. A reminder to bring my pliers though, tense getting that hook out and you’re like – should I even bother?
I ran out of bait, reloaded and after that it was just jack after jack, unreal. They aren’t that big but per pound, they put up a crazy fight and it’s a lot of fun on light tackle. The gent left and not long after these schools of jack showed up; I cast my line and reached the edge, but nothing. Tried not twice but thrice and same result, what a letdown as those schools are usually a sure shot and a blessing.
Finally, began cleaning the fish as the sun rose over the trees making it less than prime time. Half way through, look up and I see my line being pulled far left and fully tense. Get up, give the line a yank and drag in the largest yet. It’s insane how some days you can just rot there along with your bait at the bottom of the sea. Other days, it’s literally one after another and as always, you’ll never know unless you go.
So yeah, a bit of free morning fun in the office and breakfast for five.
I got a cool email the other day, I may be going on a random mission and soon…