Catch and Eat

Time on my boat alone or with friends is my idea of heaven. Having my own boat, Nordic Mast, allows me the privilege of sailing and fishing whenever I want. I consider myself a very lucky outdoor soul. There is nothing like the peace and quiet or the times when things get exciting when you are reeling that big one in. If I am alone, I am content to contemplate the vast breadth of the sea and enter a private meditative realm. It is my time off work and I am in the zone in minutes. I know why boating is so popular around the world. A yacht is one kind of experience for the super rich, but my take on the sport is quite different when on my Catalina. She’s a beauty, small and elegant, and serves me well with her graceful unfurled sails.

When friends are on board and it is play time, I go into full gear with drinks, equipment, and snacks. We fish all day from dawn until dusk at which time we can enjoy our catch grilled to perfection on deck. Definitely worthy of posting on Facebook. When I say fresh, I mean something you will never eat from the fish counter at the supermarket. No wonder local restaurant chefs go down to the docks to get fish right off the boat so customers can enjoy what I know to be true.

Although I don’t drink beer often, I buy the guys’ favorite beverage because I he know my friends like it. I select two or three of their regular brands. On a sunny, warm day, I agree that a cold brew hits the spot. Their yakking about it isn’t what convinced me however. I found the best-tasting beer for a novice non-drinker like myself, as recommended by the knowledgeable store manager. I anticipated a good taste but was surprised at how much I really liked it. Beer may be found in my below deck fridge from now on. I hope you like my new brand.

The glorious day was capped off by the most sublime fresh-caught meal. The fish weren’t large but incredibly good. I am not even sure what we ate. With a little lemon and butter, it was divine. It could have been tuna, mackerel, flounder or turbot. I am usually good at identifying our catch, but I was distracted by my beer-slugging friends. Our outing was the best ever and no one wanted to end the trip and go ashore. Since we had a lavish supply of ice-cold beer, we had no desire to continue drinking in a local beach bar. That would be suitable for another time.

We ate a good portion of our fish and placed the rest, gutted and clean, in the ice cooler. Perhaps a few of us would grill them the next evening in one of our backyards. The question on the table, of course, is who would bring the beer. I had my turn!