{"id":1351,"date":"2022-01-22T10:20:00","date_gmt":"2022-01-22T10:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jybe.fr\/?p=1351"},"modified":"2022-10-20T03:36:54","modified_gmt":"2022-10-20T03:36:54","slug":"partie-de-peche","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jybe.fr\/en\/partie-de-peche\/","title":{"rendered":"HORS S\u00c9RIE – Partie de p\u00eache en Atlantique"},"content":{"rendered":"


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Twelfth day of transatlantic 17\u00b0 49.472' N  31\u00b0 22.608' W<\/a><\/pre>\n\n\n\n
At Jybe, we decided to tell you everything and some stories are worth the detour. After the two articles about the crossing, we thought it would be interesting to come back to a particularly juicy anecdote. The following text was written by Leo on November 21. He tells his family about a fishing trip that marked all three of us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cJe prenais mon quart de 17-20h quand d\u2019un coup, j’entends le criquet de la canne sonner. \u00c9milien \u00e9tait dans la cuisine<\/a> et Lucas \u00e9crivait \u00e0 Lauriane. Je reconnais imm\u00e9diatement ce son. L\u00e0 je regarde la canne\u202f; elle est pli\u00e9e en deux et le fil est tendu comme une arbal\u00e8te.
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Suddenly, I see him. He jumps up as if to greet me. A huge fish<\/strong>, jaillit de l\u2019eau paisible, 40\u2009m derri\u00e8re le bateau. Coinc\u00e9 \u00e0 tenir la barre, je crie \u00e0 \u00c9milien “\u00e7a mord !” il comprend imm\u00e9diatement que c\u2019est s\u00e9rieux. Il se rue sur la canne et la lib\u00e8re de son support. \u00c0 cet instant, la b\u00eate tire violemment et j\u2019entends le moulinet qui s\u2019emballe. \u00c9milien a du mal \u00e0 tenir la canne de ses deux mains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seeing that the situation is tense, I let go of the helm, taking the precaution of blocking it beforehand. I put myself with Emilien at the back of the boat and I start to help him; the fight is on.<\/strong> The rod looks like a comma and the line is as tight as a guitar string. \u00c9milien also tells me that the reel is damaged. A screw (obviously important) has come loose from the assembly and has fallen into the sea. We manage to get some line back with four hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The fight is not unequal. The beast is unleashed and pulls on the thread as if to tear it off. We finally see her again.<\/strong> As we imagined what we had at the end of the line, it appeared. A coryphene dorado! I recognize it immediately. It must be said that this kind of fish is recognizable; its body is long and flat and its head bulging. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It's not a fish shaped like a bullet, but rather like a Soviet submarine from World War II. There are also these colors. The body is a sparkling green, bright, toned, almost acidic. Its fins are yellow and a beautiful gradation links the trunk of the extremities. This one is huge, around 5 ft, I am surprised by the size of the animal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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For several minutes now the fight has been going on. We hold on and take advantage of each drop in the animal's vivacity to regain ground. We go up centimeters by centimeters this monster of the oceans. It is not a simple task<\/strong>; with the reel broken, we had to turn the line spool by hand. Emilien and I are starting to get muscle spasms and Lucas helps us to give us some slack on the line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Finally, we manage to bring the animal a few feet behind the boat. We see it, proud and snarling. With the surface of the water, we have the impression to see it in double. No, more like in triple.<\/strong> It is then that we realize that this mirage is not a mirage; the dorado is accompanied by its congeners. A small dozen fish followed and surrounded the boat. The show is beautiful and impressive.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
These fish do not seem to be there for support, but rather to challenge us. Some of them jump out of the water horizontally and hit the waves with their tails when they fall back. They show us their strength and splendor.<\/strong> They remind us of the wild side of a nature that we try to tame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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