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| Didn’t find this guy until the next day along our side gunnel.I thought he landed in our cockpit since that where I was when he bopped me on the head. |
Anyhow, I was minding my own
business on my night watch between Puerto Rico and Great Inagua, South
Bahama. Dutifully, I was in the
cockpit, reading by the light of my red headlamp to preserve my night vision
and… BAM!
I got whacked on the top of
my head. I got a quick whiff of
fishy scent, and searched the cockpit.
Nothing. I gave up and
decided I’d read in the salon, right next to the cockpit, and come out every
10-15 minutes for a thorough scan unless something amiss brought me up sooner.
I did find my head bopper
the next day. He was about 7”
long.
I’ll continue to think twice
about cockpit reading on nightwatch with a headlamp when we’re in flying fish
territory, unless I finally take up fishing and want some bait fish. I'll wear a hat though.
Bait? Why not eat the buggers. Frenchman Jean Gau on Atom ate them all the time. Like herring or a sardine. I think he fried his in butter (just like a Frenchman!).
ReplyDeletePerhaps with a little garlic in the butter also? "Yacht kill" sounds so much more sophisticated than "road kill". :) Ethereal
ReplyDeleteThey were a bit desiccated by the time we found 'em. If anyone has any info on if they're ok to cook and eat that way I may well chance it (Wayne will not, I'm sure!).
ReplyDeleteEthereal - love the "yacht kill." Funny you mention that -- I've thought about doing a woodcut-like stencil of a flying fish and posting it somewhere on the hull for each one that lands on deck -- like the "kills" that get put on war planes. That would be 3 so far....