Larry is a gracious enough host not to mention the foibles of his passengers.
Trying to throw 60 feet of flyline in total darkness is what I call "Pinball Wizard" casting--"can't hear no bumps and bells, plays be sense of smell" etc. Basically blind, going on feel alone. I did get it after awhile, but early on, a few false casts, and then SLAP! and the sting of a 75-mph hook with dumbell eyes in the forearm...thank goodness for the jacket. <G>
He also failed to mention that I dumped the port oarlock of his tender overboard. Ooops.
But thankfully, as a result of the not-quite-lipped bluefish, Larry still has complete control over his left hand, with all fingers intact.
And with the gorgeously clear night, I realized just how many constellations I'd forgotten. With the Milky Way in such clear view, along with the occasional shooting star or satellite, fishing could even have been put on hold...