After spending Saturday watching "the show" ("sometimes you watch the show and sometimes you are the show"), and even participating in it when another boat's anchor fouled (got caught in) our anchor rode, we decided we'd had enough. So we made our way to the fuel dock. Did I mention this is Ft. Lauderdale? It's where the big boys play.
It was a busy morning in the Port Everglades Inlet. There were several cruise ships, lots of fishing traffic, and this guy. He followed us out. (OK, we ran out of his way.)
So we turned north as well. I got us about three miles offshore so we could pick up a boost from the Gulf Stream. Looking at the knot meter, it was obvious when we started to motor along at over 8 knots speed over ground. Sea Bird usually runs 5-1/2 to 6 knots through the water at the speed I like to run the engine. The difference is all current.
Then I noticed the difference in water color. A brilliant blue.
Then it happened. FISH ON!
Carol has been trolling a lure every chance she gets. All it has done so far is slow Sea Bird down (albeit imperceptibly). This time, line was spooling off her reel in the rod holder.
"STOP THE BOAT!"
Thinking something was wrong, I leapt to the controls. "WHAT?"
"I'VE GOT A FISH!"
And sure enough, she did. Landed him, too.
So dinner was delicious. Freshest fish on the east coast, right here on Sea Bird, anchored in Lake Worth.
Tomorrow(?) we will continue north towards Stuart, FL, there to meet up with an old high school chum and her husband for dinner at her favorite restaurant. I'm sure it will be good, but I don't think it could top my meal today.