I stepped into the front of the boat. Sat down. And off we went. Not once did I take my eyes off the guide. It didn’t take long until he stopped the boat and asked me to hand him the business end of my line.
He dug into his own tackle box. He pulled out a large hook and attached it. Then he told me to sit still while he got a hold of Barbra. Very funny, I thought. This thing now has its own name.
The guide gets the burbot out of his net. He grabs her. She grabs him. Just lovely. He puts the hook into Barbra’s nose and tosses her overboard.
“Now what?” I ask.
“Yep. Now let some of your line out and quit acting like you don’t know how to fish.”