We went fishing off a pier in Gloucester, America's oldest sea-port. To our amazement, if you put to fishing rods up, New Englanders suddenly become very friendly, introduce themselves, and ask embarrassing questions like 'what have you caught'?
My highlight of the many pieces of useful advice the locals gave us today was "Don't touch the lobster crates, or you're likely to be shot." Which was nice.
I tried to thread a sea-worm on my hook, but felt too scared as they have nasty black pincers which come out the side of their mouths when you try and hook them. I tried twice, each time for about 4 seconds, before bravely claiming incompetence and asking Winter to do it for me. I then became official photographer. Although I have no photographic evidence I can assure you I was there.
I didn't catch anything, but managed to lovingly feed two worms to the fish.
Winter appropriately caught a 'Winter Flounder' which we took home, and he cooked up and brought us some pieces round for dinner. It is a really light fish, and being so fresh tasted delicious. Jess even ate some, and she normally turns her nose up at fish.
I definitely hope to go again sometime as it was very relaxing, and due to the weather-invigorating. It was also good to get off campus for a change.
Sea worms. Aren't they lovely?
Winter threading sea worms. They make your fingers taste all salty.
Winter with his rod. Mine was the unlucky one on the right.
The Winter Flounder
The one that snapped my rod.
