Clive and I went fishing again the other night, and as usual, I outfished him. I caught another couple of Jack. I am always surprised how small they are in comparison to how strong they are. Here is an unflattering pictures of me showing you how much my pole bends.
Clive’s been trying to catch three-foot tarpon, with no success. A German family stopped to talk to us while we were fishing, and the father said that he’s been fishing for them for twenty years and has only been lucky ONCE.
Clive’s been sailing all day in the Nation’s Cup, and he’s two hours late coming home. I hope he didn’t get knocked in the head by the boom like I used to when I was a kid. I warned him about it, so hopefully he’s not hurt; instead he’s winning the race, representing the BVI!
