Digging for Coalfish

Visit these Norwegian waters for engagements with this rough-and-tumble version of pollock and huge cod too. I only wish I could be half as good as my wife at the baffling art of multi-tasking. How is it that the fairer sex can successfully do so many different things at once?

I’m currently struggling to brace myself against the gunwale on a small, pitching boat off the coast of Artic Norway whilst at the same time trying my best to effectively fish this monstrous rubber shad some 30 meters down.

As I try to think of different angles for photographs, the horizon sways all over the place and a variety of simultaneous chores leave me frustrated. Meanwhile, it’s mid-summer and around my legs cling two layers of clothing, three at top, plus hat, sunglasses and a leather buff. Somewhere in the bowels of the boat I hope my camera kit remains nice and dry.

Ultra-mobile and ambidextrous I might not be, but at least I’m warm. Now if the boat would just stop rocking, I might be able to look like a half-decent angler instead of some rather lame fairground act.