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.
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:
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.
I look funny, don't I? Catherine certainly thought so.
In the end, it was this amazing tint of sheer blue in the water that remains foremost in my memory.
Oh, and of course, there is the memory of the bohemoth fish that got away.
