But somewhat regardless, adventures at sea, with the willing company of Bob, Steve and Todd, are always a necessity; always fun.
Follow the fish, you must. Perhaps I was going the wrong way?
|Do not adjust your screens. Bob actually had cash. (Thanks for the dinner, Hos.)|
|We've learned not to start too early. First, a rather romantic tour around this small, Victorian island.|
|A quick game of boules.|
|The Block. Immensely pretty.|
|Coordinates? Not really.|
|We caught fish early. Signs were good. They fought like animals twice their size. But the signs were wrong.|
|The Norwegian lands a nice one. The tray should read "flyaddict.com"|
|We all stood round to watch and film Bob fight and land this one (around 37" and maybe 20lb). Again, do not adjust. He's actually smiling.|
|Worth the trip for a chance at this. The photos don't convey the girth of this fish.|
|Isn't it good; Norwegian skate.|
|It was cold, so English Jonny lit a fire. (Don't try this at home kiddies).|
|Met these guys at breakfast. And Stacy. We will always remember your breakfast fare.|
|Until next time.|