In the sea the climate orders

By: Enrique Gómez

A hard day of fishing in Mar del Plata from where the nature, in a startling environment, showed us its rigor and beauty.

If one can maintain certain covenants of title in the results of the fishing, that place is the sea fishing embarked. One knows that  goes into until the place in that the captain of the ship stops it and alone coarse to throw the line to the water so that the sea breams, mere, chernias, salmon, fish stick and castañetas begin to flame in the the lines.
But with those whole covenants of title that  offers the generosity of the sea, the failure also exists that also fishes as the security of a good one, it is certain.

Bad presage
On Saturday 20, it dawned with 15º of temperature. The sun hardly illuminated. They impeded it to him some clouds that from early they were invading the sky. The presage were: deteriorating toward at night and probabilities of rains for Sunday. On Sunday we would fish in Mar del Plata and the bad time alters the fishing in the sea. It advanced on Saturday, the telephone it didn't sound to annul the exit. To the 00 hs of the 21 they happened to me to look for on time. The night was black. The sky left as a mirror with the lights of the lightnings, long and brilliant on the side of the NE. Some drops already indicated that those probabilities of precipitations were a reality.
The enthusiasm, the desires, the inertia of the wait pushes the fishermen.  makes that the hope that everything changes that the rain disappears that the sea is an illuminated green mass and that the result of the fishing is unforgettable, it is enlarged, still when the evidences for the inverse thing are incontrastable.

The hope on the reason
We stopped in the Minotauro, a cold stop of micros that exists in the route 2 to the height of Castelli. It no longer rained. The stars were hidden and a persistent wind blew among the sadness that that inn offers at night.
- It doesn't care the rain what bothers it is the wind.  said one of the discriminating ones that should wait moments like those to be able to smoke.
With this wind we can leave without problems.  said another in the same situation.
I never get dizzy and the Fortune II are a beautiful ship to fish.  affirmed a third that discarded any possibility not to leave to fish.
Mirá, if they didn't call me it is because they have the prefecture data to be able to leave without problems. If  went to the inverse one they always call me and they don't allow me to leave Buenos Aires. Manolo said
García, the organizer of the trip
Those words were music for the hearings of all what we didn't want to hear another thing.

In the Banquina
We arrive punctual, after a meticulous trip. We enter to the Coffee that  waits for us to have breakfast before coming close to the banquina to approach to the ship of the siblings for years I gave Yorio. A good breakfast opens the enthusiasm to begin a new day. And if it is a lot of fishing but. The dawn showed a layer gray uniform and dark. The wind blew strong but in the city that grieves  noticed. We move to the port. The ship had not still arrived. All with their coolers, handbags and canes dressed with the varied colors of the suits of water waited that the Fortune II arrived. While we made it some marine wolves, bothered by our presence, they emitted deafening burps so that we allowed them to finish their dream. Somebody came close too much to be taken out a picture and a wolf with their to walk cripple  threatened him, imposing, so that it disappeared as soon as possible. The ship arrived at once. Inside the port and ascending anything indicated the bad day that the time afforded us.

We embark
With the care of the sailors we were ascending and occupying positions in the cover. This time Manolo called for listing, and without manifesting it, he made occupy the best places in fair form avoiding that those but "alive" they invade them using knacks and knowledge of other trips. The stern was in charge of first, and the bands from the stern forward, were completed orderly. Manolo's experience once but it had been simple and efficient. Each one stopped their cane in the cañero that indicated their place and some already stayed before them preparing their lines. After detaching the ship of the banquina in a loose one of you tie and ends full with precise movements, we advance toward the sea open with the north jetty to our right. As we didn't bring closer toward the mouth that you/they offer the two jetties, any hope of a gentle and amusing day it began to be diluted to the same speed of the ship.

The bad time doesn't forgive
Our intrusion at the bad time impiadosamente was punished. The ship advanced inside a sphere of water that  began to fall with the fair intensity as to bother and to make most of the navigators to take refuge in the booth central ship that had capacity to control to all. Alone some, enjoyed with pleasure torturante the cold, the movement and the rain to be but near that cosmic vision of the surrounded altered sea of a white sphere of water and humidity that it hid the sky and the horizon. Until that moment nobody accused the impact of so bad time.
The first stop was frustrating, Apenas  saw a salmoncito, a couple of small mere clearings, any sea bream and the pleasant surprise of an imposing palometa. Their single presence was the fact that the sea was very strange and that the bad time would play in our against. This first stop left to 20% of the pale passengers as a chalk that staggering hurtled to the seats interior previous visit, those that could, to the overboard to vomit. Personally I resisted that first stop, but not the second. My stomach crowded together on the side of the liver and it pointed out me that what had had breakfast had been an error. The whole body is stunned and what one feels is that atrocious state of it nauseates and I get dizzy that annuls until the intelligence. I added myself to the group and hitting in all that was ahead ends up sitting down and to support my head, weighted sample and hurted, on a lifeboat that served as pillow while it felt the intolerable swaying of the ship. An or two hours I should have passed suffering that state with my blunt thoughts. The Ship had started up again and after a long sailing it stopped again. It felt better. For the windows punished by the rain I saw one of the fishermen that ascended a bends you of sea breams. I returned as a ray to my position of sacrificed fisherman and I achieved, in that last hour, a dozen of sea breams that you/they justified my effort. To the while, it was another time looking for my lifeboat and breathing deep to avoid the contractions of my punished stomach.

A premature return
After a while those that we were passing that terrible uneasiness were many and those that were fishing overcame to the tumbles and blows for the repeated impulse to take from of the fishhook to a sea bream after another. The wind had increased, the fishing of sea breams was abundant and the sick persons were added some after others. The Captain, seafaring youth, with their brother a wise pilot, they pitied and after consulting it to Manolo they undertook the return. We returned and with it the hope of feeling well, of settling in a floor that didn't move, of having the possibility to see to the still horizon, to protect us of the cold and the water. We arrive with but happiness that when we go aboard.  waited for us a meal in Chichillo that is part of the Trip. My disrepair made doubt the power to enjoy it. Hardly a hour room later, the hunger tortured me in the same way that  made a while  had made it the it nauseates.

Reflection of the day of fishing
It was a bad day. I believe that it could have been avoided. I suppose that when not warning to Manolo in Buenos Aires so that  didn't go to Mar del Plata, those responsible for the fishing day, supported in their experience decided to take out us to fish. The result of that decision was a torture for many, a frustration for other and an unforgettable day for all. There was not nobody hurt although the glass of a door was run over and broken in a thousand pieces. The tumbles in the transfer of a side to other didn't bring, for fortune, serious consequences. The last hour of fishing with abundance of sea breams, the white and combatant figure of the palometa we and a Chernia sicótica that  had committed suicide, surprising didn't finish conforming to, but the sea once but  had not given way. The vision of that unhinged immensity, with broken waves in the means of the ocean that you/they appeared in form of white foam on opaque green constant, a couple of playful and indifferent dolphins to the storm, the seabird that you/they appeared of the diffuse fog of the foam like fearful goblins and the rain, images that make that those that we live this unfortunate day of fishing are something was different that will have in the memory.

Not to made a mistake
So that this doesn't alter, neither scare who reads this note, to fish in the sea it is almost sure success. To go with Manolo García is guarantee that everything will be made as  promised it.  is a man of well and with experience of years in the organization of these trips. The Siblings gave Yorio they are responsible and experts of that make although in this story one can deduce the opposite. Nobody is exempt of making an error to fulfill their word. For my pleasure they should not have allowed to go aboard, but in the port we were all with our anxiety to hill and none of those that we were there suggests them not to leave or we indicate them, amid the storm that would be better to become.
The data that took me to go to Mar del Plata were because the embarked fishing was extraordinary. Also many confirmed it. Manolo with the trip of previous Saturday spoke of dobletes of mere of 4 and 5 Kg and it counted that a Japanese that fished with a line of 6 fishhooks, had been able to take out - I imagine that with a malacate - six groupers together. For that reason, I clarify that in many years of fishing in the sea, an experience had never lived like that of this trip and knowing to those responsible for these exits can point out that those that want to fish a lot and varied, don't stop to go aboard with them.
A bad day of fishing makes us well to the fishermen.

Services:

"Manolo Trips"

Segurola Nº 2807 - City of Buenos Aires.

Trip to Mar del Plata:
(Passage in Bus, lunch has dinner in
the going trip, breakfast, sailing,
bait and fishing day in the Fortune II, free
fork has dinner in "Chichillo" and return)

$ 160 for fisherman

Inform: Manolo García 4639-2740