Friday night, as we walked across the bridge to Georgetown to see Iron-Man 3 (which was awesome), Hugh and I decided that we’d rather sit near the water in the sunshine, fishing and/or reading, than stay at home and do chores. So the next morning we hopped in the car and off we went to where the boat leaves from.
We took the boat out to test a fishing contraption my cousin had fashioned. The boys did all the work, I just enjoyed the ride and occasionally got in the way.
Hugh even got to steer us through a crab pot mine field.
Back on the dock, I braved the chilly breeze through a couple beers while watching a snorkel operation to scrape some barnacles off the boat and Hugh began to tackle his new tackle box.
Then yesterday — the day he now calls the best day of his life — Hugh set up shop on the dock and put all his new fishing knowledge into hours of casting, baiting, tying, re-tying, and trying every lure in his box…
Hugh caught a striper off the dock, which has never been done before. Yes it was too small to keep, but next year that fish is going to be tast-y.
After the excitement, I went back to my post — reading in the boat where the breeze couldn’t get me.
And admiring my surroundings.