Frenesie from tuna
I was not even taken the frenzy ... Women were now three years that we had abandoned true frenzy that we just, over every summer, to monitor the development of the fishery season, with detached irony, with careless holdings. The last tuna, real ones, those for which you do not sleep at night, They were presented in a fleeting moment, It has lasted six days and no nights and endless, in 1998.
Then our computer system, kept constantly alert, had sighted the first woman on a night of August, Black sea is calm like oil, moonlit darkness and humidity in a thousand. You should know that our fishing - "easy" as they say some of our "detractors"- It takes place during the fishing action of Lampare chasing anchovies.
What better time for the big predator of anchovies and blue fish?
The glare of Lampare for hours pierces the surface of the sea, a slow massing anchovy in its illuminated arc… raft… Meanwhile, much of God, tuna, if there is, trust me, arrives! as a torpedo from the bottom, the tone begins to upset the whole herd of anchovies in the light, eating at each pass and ruffling the work of fishermen.
Here they are then alerted, anglers with cell phone in hand, full availability on our part to receive a phone call in the middle of the night and well, ready to sail to the place of fishing. raft… But it was four years did not happen anything at.
They too, fishermen, in stop and have a chat with us for wondering what mysterious reason and do not come back were most viewed, only then they are missing, as they were just a source of disturbance, but to a passion that unites us, their taking, Talking with us, sad and resigned tones, almost to justify that interminable period of "lean".
Then, one afternoon in August this year, Grandma, nailed the scooter with us, as if finally free us from an endless series of bad seasons, parading helmet, that range but radiant, we immediately said: "... Yesterday uhei ... ... Last night we had it under!…“
This is enough for us. And questions to ask now were only purely technical:
Where were you fishing (to evaluate the transfer distance by boat).
Did you see his eyes in the light of lampara or… Have you seen the sounder marking.
If seen: approximate weight and estimated that eyes have seen the morning or evening.
phone to Roberto Giro, often, He puts on the scooter from the bed, e, not without a cigarette in his mouth, He came on board with two eyes like two televisions off.
They had already set in motion, street lights were on the moorings and go ... Spring!! On the way, leaving the port, I had a gaunt and sleepy summary of the call: indeed, there was little to say, It is done only early.
Turn the tip and behind the green light, spread a little 'we begin to give a little' beer to engines, while we began to see the white halo of Lampare sea off peak Manara. Roberto parlottava the telephone or Memè Paul, I do not know…, I steered toward the lights that seemed to be there close but never we reached.
Then Roberto -he has the ability to distinguish a boat from each other by thousands away, to guy, to Dick ... I only when there are over- He corrected me a bit 'the route and arrived at in a short light.
Noise Generator, blinding glare, greeting to the sailor on the light, questions nods, the lampara that there passes over probing around its own light, ye of little waiting to drop ... as usual.
Always the same, always tremendously attractive.
I turn on the sounding too: the body an electric blue screen seems to me, in the dark, offending a bit 'my eyes now accustomed to the night.
With the engine at idle go near the light, with an eye to the other boats and an eye to the sounding. …… Rossi, Yellow drained me on the screen, fishes, Signal disorders, something generally so be careful ... There crosses from near the big boat before lowering and slowing: Meme from the cabin with the eye to the sounding, yells ... "... here we are ..."
"... A beautiful marking ..."
"... First it was the sight ..."
… "You see it?... "Roberto bow, in the darkness she repeated the conversation, like I have not heard ... I scrotum screen ... nothing! I hear scream again Memè from his boat:
"... now we drop ... when we sail is definitely on ..." I hear the engine of the boat accelerate and see it slip away in the night, dropping the network around the light.
Suddenly in the dark early, I see a distinctive white stripe in the middle of my sonar screen:
"... Roby ora and 30 meters ... "
"… sure?... "he says in the bow ...
I do not confirm or well ... I repeat the depths to which I see him pass in the instrument "... 15 ..."
in the meantime; turned on the light to illuminate the bow, Roberto fumbles and prepare the line ... Launches a bit 'of sardines in the sea to pasture.
"... 35 ..." The triggers a larger hook (in Italian ties ... Why Genovese "Sprat"??)
"... you see it yet?… or nothing?... Roberto asks trying to confirm ...
"... boh was now thirty-forty meters ... now nothing".
Meanwhile, the line slowly slipping down from the bucket.
"nothing?... "" ... nothing ... "and narrows his eyes to see what is not there.
“E’ 25!!!!! Now!... now ... what's new!…“
"… Now?... "she asks me" 15 ... 15!!"I shout. The white stripes had a fast progression.
"... 20 ..." ... screaming ... "throws two sardines!…“
"... so ..." I do not have time to say fifteen.
"… I got it!... "blurts Roberto, now committed himself to remove the set of questions, meager in itself, They were in fact the resulting and all other essential and, avoid a lot of effort to friend Memè in the description of the incident, ma, so direct and extreme as they were stingate, to a different party they could also appear intrusive and too interesting ...
In short, they did not give room for any event in particular adventurous storytelling. The reaction or otherwise adaltezza our expectations: pescavamo su punta Manara (so close to our home base). We had seen the evening of the sounder marking (ie between midnight and one).
They had seen the tuna from the truth in the morning (ie towards the three or four). The estimated weight had 150 chili.
They later added details that made it even more attractive an already interesting news a few hours earlier: And other boats in the area had seen something ...
Maybe it was the only tuna that he had visited all, Perhaps there were more back in the area.
Well -I I incredulously- rather, very well!
(It is my firm belief that the giant tones move in small herds, of 5 10 specimens and remain for a few days where I eat are already Enza, This certainly with stable and favorable weather conditions).
Well ... more! E (excuse the formula)... a ride to the port before the Lampare part, more information, other confirmations ... brush up and mobile number, and a little later you could start. Here: Tuna from the frenzy was inexorably awakening.
Appointment in the restaurant of the Castelli ... up there ... no big frette, because the first news could have been collected by telephone around midnight.
Boat dock ready, a bit 'of bait collection at the wholesaler, sardines and alaccie, and last but not down, when news ... Remember, I had arranged the bed Boat, the phone on! On the banner of "Amarcord", of course, it said the past years and now digested.
Rudy, Dear guests and witty, I was interested in the maximum, because forgiveness he cultivated the passion of the "after death", or in the kitchen, than you have shown me love trying to involve and fishing lines, soundings sightings catches.
It was still a tuna based dishes in the evening, in words and in our imagination.
The first phone call after Anto ...
It was after midnight, but both Memè and Paul, Another owner friend, they had not seen nothing yet, Lights were turned on and lampara recently.
They are assured that they would call us.
In fact the boat ready, handliners in the cockpit, rehearse answers carefully, we reached the place in less than twenty minutes.
At one o'clock, saddened but not carved, waiting for news they decided to go to sleep.
Fiddling a little 'boat, Roberto went home, also phone on the nightstand.
Then, in anticipation of a night stand, indeed sperandoci, I forced myself to sleep.
I do not think I crossed tuna in my mind, maybe he not had certainly the time to dream.
While the last night owls, even bearing, they walked home, very quiet with amount, around two, the phone rang:
"... we have it under Tittaa, but we soon that soon caliamo ... "
Lenza well ...!I think ... well ...!... a large part of the evening has already earned a bite.
Then, detached from the instrument the eyes, you by grinding in order to keep the line in the Basque nor left…I do now ... "... You gave ferrata??…" "… Yup!... run ... run ... look how it goes ... "The line takes off fast and disappear into the sea horse. The fish runs slightly to the ground sinking a bit '. I do: "... ouh ... do not you think it's better to slow it down a bit?… before the away all ports ... "
Without answering ... with relentless calm, Roberto began to recover a bit '.
I must steer to keep the line beyond, pull, doing to meet the tuna.
The fighting, that omit, It lasts an hour. Not more. I get off at the bow in the decisive step required to give a hand.
They do not need any more engines, direction, guidelines or tactics.
Tuna is exhausted sppeso cje to wire us reggiamo barely, by me, Luckily, He does not know. E ', henceforth it held afloat in the bow, hanging by a stupid nylon thread and slams his tail before being nitely raffiato, hooked, ... stopped pending its complete calm.
It 's time of relaxation.
Roberto and I look at each other full of adrenaline but also calm us: she's gone! It omits also the fatigue ... sometimes without result, for groped to hoist it on the stern platform:
Then return, dawn day now. all set, seven and a half ... the we can not anymore tuna. We've had our moments of apprehension, fatigue, satisfaction: we now expect a vulgar truck with the problem of not knowing how to upload over the fish. Somehow you will. Its silvery color fades. Cola dark blood on the pier that coagulates faster.
The large and blue eye seems to an old dog eyed, covered by an opaque layer. 195 pounds of inert molluscs lie on the jetty. It's worth it?
But we won.
The Dream After cappuccino and many speeches with the fishermen of the night at the bar kissed him, a nanna, on a fresh bed, after a shower ...
A travel bed, Now that the hot moves, the sun is high and the frenzy will make us stay alert at night after ... which actually began that afternoon.
Rudy, I seem to see it, You are looking for the best tuna, but for another frenzy ...
We do not meet today because of schedules and different routes sin ...!
It will end no doubt that our frenzy will make us meet his frenzy, we consume our fantasies by catching a tuna, he cooking it ....