|Date:||Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:15:24 +0800|
On the other hand, the boats promised to be veryseaworthy and comfortable. Isaw gray patches of fish on the surface, acres of kahawai. I could not very well quote some of their exaggerations, thoughthe temptation is strong.
He was one of the few to be saved out of hundreds of sick andwounded soldiers.
Someone showed me a picture of New Bedford whaling ships at anchor in thebay.
Moreover, the air was pleasant, the shoreline strikingly clear.
From Wellington to Auckland was a long ride offifteen hours, twelve of which were daylight. The result was that I brought this Marlin up ineleven minutes.
It is a summer resort, and children andbobbed-haired girls were much in evidence. This was about fifteen miles offshore; and it was an event of importance. As luck would have it, however, I was the firstto hook and land a kahawai. Four Marlin, one of them a monster, rushed the teasers; andtwo of them got hold.
At the hour-and-three-quarters mark I shut down on thedrag and let him pull. He surelywas a beautiful and majestic bird, lord of the sea.
After dinner we climbed the high hill on our side. Evenin the darkest part, where the water looked black, I saw the pale gleamsof fish. One of them, Drury Low, had not been off his particular islandfor fifteen years. McCloud then told of thecapture of a sixteen-foot sail-fish, on a heavy hand-line. I saw several sailing hawks, some whitegulls, and a great wide-winged gannet. As theMakura rushed tirelessly on her way, this northward trend of the sunbecame more noticeable.
Iheard next day that he caught his, a small Marlin. There was no wind; not a ripple on the bay. Larks, up with thebreak of day, poured forth their perfect melodies.
I looked in time to see a Marlin back of the left teaser. One of the NewZealand anglers brought out his tackle for our edification. I did not feel that anythingmuch would happen, so I contented myself with watching the other boats.
There wasconsiderable excitement on my boat and on Captain Mitchells.
No doubt they ramtheir enemies in battle, as the broadbills do.
Now theyll lose that fish pronto, I soliloquized. These were my first impressions of our camp site on Urupukapuka.
Here and there were other patches,large as an acre.
I did not know what had happened to the angler, but I saw him leap up,trying to hold the long rod.
Guides andtips were huge affairs, and few and far between. They sang until after dark; and in the gray dawn, at four oclock, theyawoke me from sound slumber. These were my first impressions of our camp site on Urupukapuka.
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