Didn’t find this guy until the next day along our side gunnel.I thought he landed in our cockpit since that where I was when he bopped me on the head.
Yes, fish do fly if they have wings.Check out Wikepedia if you don’t believe me (click here).
Anyhow, I was minding my own business on my night watch between Puerto Rico and Great Inagua, South Bahama. Dutifully, I was in the cockpit, reading by the light of my red headlamp to preserve my night vision and… BAM!
I got whacked on the top of my head. I got a quick whiff of fishy scent, and searched the cockpit. Nothing. I gave up and decided I’d read in the salon, right next to the cockpit, and come out every 10-15 minutes for a thorough scan unless something amiss brought me up sooner.
I did find my head bopper the next day. He was about 7” long.
I’ll continue to think twice about cockpit reading on nightwatch with a headlamp when we’re in flying fish territory, unless I finally take up fishing and want some bait fish. I’ll wear a hat though.
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