Last week I set off on a multi-day trip with some expert fishermen in tow. Although I grew up in Portland, Maine I don't know much about seafood and was happy to soak in what they shared. As we paddled, Cindy and Carl let out some line and occasionally felt some tugs. The most successful spots were right off some beds of bull kelp, and they caught all kinds of rockfish there.
Early on the morning of day two (before the others were up), Carl and I paddled out to the northern tip of Jones and he tried his luck there. The fish that came up were really neat-- big googly eyes, sharp spines along their back and one with sharp teeth! I'm still waiting for the official reports and great pictures of what was caught, but it made for quite an interesting trip.
Although I can't say I'm a converted fisherman now, it was truly something to get a look at all these never-before-seen creatures silently inhabiting the water in which I paddle almost daily!