To fish, or not to fish? At Camp Harbor View that is never the question! Before coming here I thought I knew how to fish, or at least enough to fake it. After receiving instruction from my senior harbor educator and the many fisherman and sailors with a vested interest in passing along the art of fishing, now I can truly appreciate the age-old saying, "Give a man a fish, he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he will eat for a lifetime."
I have never been one to get my hands dirty but when you're fishing it is certainly unavoidable. Lets say. for example, you're planning on fishing using a previously caught, or store-bought, fish for bait; you can't use the whole fish at once unless you want to return home early and empty-handed. You must cut the fish into tiny, manageable pieces in order to increase your number of casts and chances of actually hooking something. This past Monday I was delegated to filet our bait fish, a task I've always somehow seemed to have found my around. At first, I tried to go about it the neatest way possible, refraining from placing my hands on the fish and trying not to get fish all over my uniform. It wasn't long before both of my hands were covered in scales and fish juice, with no hope of being mistaken as the person NOT smelling heavily of seafood. So all in all, I guess you could say it was
another typical day at Camp Harbor View!
Sincerely,
Maxwilliams Iwuala
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