The guys continue to spend Saturday mornings out spearfishing- and have enjoyed the occasional bountiful catch. But today was decidedly an impressive haul. Apparently, it was a little like the story in the gospels-
"Sons, have you caught any fish?"
"No sir, we have swam two miles and caught nothing all morning."
"Shoot your spears by the outer reef. You will catch some there. Come in my boat. I will take you. Would you like a donut?"
Okay- so it kind of diverges from the Luke 5 account at that point, but still:) Thats to be expected when its not the Lord himself talking...but one of His own. While fishing the guys were picked up by a Fijian man that turned out to be a believer, fishing guru, and former YWAMer (back in his country). He befriended Brett and Trevor- and under his easy going and generous tutelage, they brought back a catch that, if not nearly sinking the man's boat, easily overflowed his cooler. Giddy with excitement, they regaled my friend Sue and I with the stories of the morning while we cleaned the fish. Yes, I say we because I myself gutted and scaled a fish. Effectively and quickly, I might add. (And Trevor owes me a coffee for it.)
I am just excited to cook them later on- i like cooking, and fresh fish grilled or broiled is always amazing.
The guys with their impressive catch from a morning at the outer reef.
Easily the largest fish I have seen they bring home...all the better for cooking up!
Fish scaling: Watch 'em fly! Its all fun and games until someone gets a scale in the eye...
(seems we should be more worried about the knife in his hand!)
