We were off the point from Owen Island not catching mackerel. There was a hard wind coming off the shore and grey clouds gathering round the back of Rosskerrig. Another boat slowed down near us and a voice shouted out “Any luck?”

I shook my head and shouted back “Not a thing.”

“We were here two hours yesterday and got a mackerel and three pollock.”

“You were lucky then we just got the one mackerel.”

“Where have they all gone?” he shouted back.

Just then there was a tug on my line and I felt the rush of a fish on hook.

“Here!” I shouted. “The bloody fish are here.”

There was one mackerel on my line and as the boat pulled of he shouted “The only mackerel in the bay!”