Big Day on the High Seas

Yea bra, the seas were big, the boat was small, and the fish were biting.

Well sorta. I went out with my new fishing buddy Tony and we got off to a bit of a slow start. These things are to be expected when you are fishing with someone for the first time, the boat is old, and he has not used it in a while. No biggie, we got it going and got out there. The wind and surf were up, I'd guess the swell was in the 5 ft. range with a few 8 footers here and there. It was pretty choppy so we staying in fairly close to shore. This time of year there is not a whole lot happening but given the conditions I felt pretty good about the trip. All in all, we had a great time. Tony is a good dude and clearly loves to fish, so we share that gene, apparently.

We did not get any hits trolling (at least none that we saw, but one of Tony's lures looked like my prom date's dress after midnight.) Well, not really, but I was trying to be descriptive and most of you can probalby relate. I actually didn't go to prom, but that's a whole nother story and i'm still looking over my shoulder to see if my girlfriend from my senior year is behind me. DOH!

WHAT??? I was saving money for my Eurail trip and was, even then, not much into "conventional thinking." I guess what I'm saying is I couldn't give a shit about Prom, then or now. Somehow my girlfriend at the time understood me. Maybe it was the fact that I didn't call her after I left for Europe that really pissed her off. I mean I know she was pissed because I saw her at buffs game my Sophomore year at State (I guess she went to CU) and she didn't want to talk to me...But I digress... I guess I could have just said that one of Tony's lures looked like a "rumpled mess" and then I wouldn't have had to confess about my Prom situation.

So we went inshore (not that we were that far offshore to begin with) and tried some bottom fishing. Not too much luck at first but Tony got the skunk out of the boat and then we picked up a nice little papio (small jack) and a really nice Weke, both of which are very good eating. We got a few oama after that, but nothing of much size. I tried to live bait one of the little Oama, but never got a strike on him, so let him go with a "go get bigga bra." At least we'll have fish for dinner tomorrow night!

I'm sore and a little sunburned and very tired. I will say that I had an advantage on the bloody roosters this am. I was up at 4 waiting for the birds to start. I guess I should have yelled out the window this am "Hey you lazy ass roosters, get your asses up and wake up your cockfighting a-hole owners while you are at it." But then, I suppose all the neighbors would be plotting to kill me in tandem with my own sinister plots on their birds (though I doubt they'd be blogging about it.)

Now that I think about it, Maybe coororoodle dooo (which is ACTUALLY more like what they "say", now that i'm an expert, vs. cocka dooodle doo) means "get your ass up and fish."

Oh, and I feel a bit self actualized this night. After I picked up the ice, I was making my way over to the harbor and a nice, gaggleheaded, fully bloomed rooster literally strutted right in front of my car. I felt like it was God testing me, and I chose not run over that rooster; however, since I'm in a confessional mood, I will confess that the thought crossed my mind, which I suppose is a sin too, especially if I were catholic or something. (no offense to all my catholic homeys out there, you should be way madder at Jay Leno than me...)
[touches heart...kisses two fingers...points to the sky]
Peace out. B.
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