Fishermans Blues . . . The Waterboys

This morning very, very early the forester turned fisherman and launched at Motueka.  He took another neighbour, not the lamp maker, and they were catching fish as soon as their lines hit the water.  It isn't always like that.  He will share the fish out around the neighbours and we will have fish for two nights.  The orange ones are Gurnard and the silver one is a snapper.  
The neighbour is having fish and salad.  I haven't decided on how I will cook it yet.