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We woke up at frickin’ 4 in the morning to make the wharf by 5. We’d been there about 5 minutes when a buck’s party arrived with not one, but two cases of beer. At 5 in the morning. We knew it was going to be a fun day. We also knew that our meager six-pack would hardly hold us through the morning.
The sun rose over the harbor as we motored out to our first reef spot.
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Over the course of the morning, we caught many fish (do I even need to mention that I caught the first one? – oh wait, I think I just did), but nothing of any caliber to satisfy Catherine, who had been hoping to snag a Marlin, or at the very least a 30 pound snapper. This was one of her meager first offerings, and if I'm not mistaken I think I saw a couple of tears welling up in her eyes:
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But we caught all sorts of fish – Brown Snake, Pearl Perch, Clownfish (sorry Nemo), even some sort of a Jewish fish (seriously). It was definitely a great way to spend the morning. I love being covered in fish guts even more than I love being covered in beer and horse manure.
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I look funny, don't I? Catherine certainly thought so.
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In the end, it was this amazing tint of sheer blue in the water that remains foremost in my memory.
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Oh, and of course, there is the memory of the bohemoth fish that got away.
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