Up with the lark for a 4am rendezvous with Charlie (Muddletminnow) and Todd (Todd) this morn. Fast boats are exhilarating and petrifying in equal cups. This morning the seas were dead calm, so the boat skimmed across the surface at a hell of a clip. We didn't catch much at all - a brace or two of smallish stripers. The benefits of stumbling into the dark aren't really the fish, or at least not just the fish. In fact, going onto the ocean (or sound) at night fools me into an initial feeling of some foreboding. It doesn't feel all that smart, and the ride out is bloody freezing. You imagine flotsam or a rock in the water that will kill you. It's dark and there should be better reasons for doing this than a handful of stripers. It feels like bravado has got you this far.
And then the false dawn comes, and then birds and life is everywhere - black turned to gold. It's a beautiful feeling to be on the water as night turns to day.
Here's some snaps.
Cheers - Jonny
False dawn always seemed positive to me.
No edit required. Straight up.
There there now.
Charlie has a stretch.
It's a huge engine with lots of computers. A fantastic craft (read all about the amazing 2fly here: http://mudholechronicles.twofly.net/)