Fish, Fishing, and Fishing Pigs

Every Wednesday night at my old high school was known as "Hump Night" because it was the middle of the week and it is all down hill after Wednesday night. The deans would open up the gym in the evening to play games and relax. This Wednesday I decided to celebrate my mid-week by going fishing. I walk down to the bay close to Mizpah school, rigged up my line and had visions of fish tacos in my mind. But I was not the first one and the bay. Around four pigs were walking up and down the shore fishing. They were actually digging for clams when the tide was out, but nobody want's a clamming pig so they have been giving the name "Fishing Pigs." Since these local couldn't give me any tips I continued on my way. One exciting thing about fishing is that you never know what you might catch, another exciting thing about fishing is catching a Barracuda. This was the first time I have caught a Barracuda and I hope it's not my last. Long and fast, the Barracuda fights like a Northern Pike, but is gray and shiny like a King Salmon. The fish shimmered in the crystal clear water of Vava'u, water so clear you can see the colors of the coral fifteen away while walking along the shore. Barracudas are not safe to eat so I threw it back, but I was able to catch a fish that I cleaned, filleted, and cooked up for dinner. A very good end to a climatic day. Here comes the weekend.