Tag Archives: Fishing

Tropical squalls in the offing

but we don’t care, with a cooler full of wahoo, as the hoist says! On returning to Hagåtña, the incredibly relaxed captain prepared the best sashimi you could ever eat south of the tropic line:

Sent down with some local Guam beer and amazingly, Kikkoman shoyu and genuine wasabi, it was not bad!  There were no stingrays or teenaged girls in miniscule bikinis this time.

I could get used to this kind of fishing, in a private sea (not a single other sport fishing vessel, or indeed any ship of any kind, in sight) and Chamorro hospitality!

Many thanks again to Captain Ray, Louis and Jamie, of the Island Girl, sailing from Hagåtña Boat Basin.  I can’t wait to go back again!

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Marianas-style!

Wahoo x 4.  Thank you Captain Ray and the crew of the Island Girl, sailing from Hagåtña Boat Basin, for a great trip.

A change from the usual

fishing!

There’s

store-bought sushi, conveyor-belt sushi, and then sushi made by a man whose family have been doing it in the same restaurant for five generations, this time with fish you have caught that day and until about three hours previously had been swimming in the deep blue sea.  I consider it an angler’s duty to cook any fish I kill but just ever so occasionally, it is a pleasure to ask a friend who happens to be a pro to deal with my catch (and I do make sure he takes a good cut of the bag as well for his own use).  I wasn’t disappointed this time, although after the second dish (well-peppered cutlassfish seared on a nuclear-hot pan with butter) I was a bit elevated in my spirits and forgot to take any photos of the cutlassfish arai (scorched then chilled in iced saltwater then sliced paper-thin), or the cutlassfish tenpura, or the fillets seasoned with nothing other than salt and lightly grilled (it needs nothing more) but hopefully these two photos convey a part of the deliciousness (and skill, devotion and dare I say affection, of the chef involved).  Thank you so much Mr. N.!

Birthday cutlassfish-fishing

It has rained basically every single day in August, except for my birthday, when the skies cleared and allowed me to drink beer all day in the sun go fishing on a glass-like sea, on a fishing boat from Kanazawa Hakkei.

She Rises! (and a few other octopus-related photos)

The tako-ojisan makes an appearance (I’m wearing a mask because of a cough and I am preparing food for all the family, not because I am some germ-obsessed lunatic).  Here the octopus have been de-slimed (using Captain Yutaka’s secret method) and are ready for eating/cooking…

Somewhat inevitably, the takoyaki machine was wheeled out.

Dessert was takomeshi (one-pot octopus and rice) made conveniently in the rice cooker:

My memory after these dishes becomes a little patchy, but the octopus was delicious and it is all thanks to Captain Yutaka of Yutakamaru, sailing from Nakaminato Harbour, Ibaraki!

Just another dawn at sea

The sea it was a-boiling!

It’s tako time!