Tuesday's report shows no fish caught last night and none this morning either.
But, true to my prediction about "hooking up" with Peter, we did.
I decided to try a spoon I'd never towed before as the water seemed more spoon-friendly at the slack, so away we went.
Peter was doing a great job and following instructions as well as anyone with two Masters and a Bachelor's degree can, given his obvious mental capacity, and he was quick to strike a nano-second before I yelled "Hit it!" as we passed the bar at the south end.
I pulled hard for a couple of strokes as I watched for the tell-tale throb of a good fish, all the while with line peeling off the reel.
"I think it's bottom," Peter informed me. "It's not a fish."
I might have said a bad word, but realized that circling the snag might shake it loose, so circle it we did.
It didn't let go. I tried a couple of other angles, but no success.
"Clamp down on it and I'll pull us hard enough to break off," I instructed. "Don't worry about losing the spoon."
Peter clamped down and I started pulling away from the snag.
The line didn't break and Peter thought he felt something let go, so I kept up the rowing and we slowly moved a bit, but the line wouldn't break.
Puzzled not a small amount, we both wondered just what was going on, until the answer appeared some 20' behind us, as a large Bull Kelp bulb broke the surface.
Keeping a steady and even pull, Peter slowly drew the tail end of the piece of kelp close to the surface. We'd snagged it several feet above the Holdfast, which anchors Bull Kelp to the bottom, and the hook was simply wrapped around the stem and not even hooked into it, thus allowing it to both hold like crazy but also slide when the angle changed.
Turned out to be the biggest complete Bull Kelp I've ever brought to boat-side, and as I had several witnesses to this event I am now crowning myself winner of the Biggest Bull Competition of 2019.
Top that Mike Mackie!!
Take care.