Of dolphins, pelicans, mackerel and the ocean

I spent mid-Monday afternoon fishing off Goleta pier, which is just west of Santa Barbara, next to the UC Santa Barbara campus. It was a brilliant, clear, warm day, and all of a sudden the mackerel decided they were so afraid of the dolphins hunting and pelicans diving on them that they began jumping out of the water in a “boil” and biting everything in sight. I caught about 10 foot-long mackerel in 20 minutes and gave them to Rotumbo (spelling approximate), the Mexican-American fishing next to me. He says they taste good, fried.

Some Mondays are better than others.

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