No-one told the fish...

...or maybe they did!

It was beautifully calm. My fishing trip with the professional should've been a very pleasant affair; it was. 10 rods, 10 people - any more and it would be tangled lines as the mackerel on our lines, in their eagerness to escape, would swim around and about. On this trip, two or three miles out to sea, lines were tangled as the flat calm and the tidal drift spun the boat.

Wow! We were 'spinning for mackerel'. No, it turns out we were just spinning. No mackerel for my smoker :-(

The mackerel had lunched already.