Holy Mackerel

  Sergi somehow parked us- (after years of experience in Morgan Bay) on top of a swirling ball of Mackerel.  Even in the late afternoon light you could see flashing silver fish under the boat.  The Redhead, myself and Mark started pulling them up two and five at a time on the multi-hooked rigs.  Beautiful fish.  Sergi and the Redhead gutted them at the edge of the tide and we grilled them up.  Didn't take much.  They arch as they cook.  Beautiful fish.  I think Mark offered up the appropriate zen prayer.