I Heart Fishing (cept for the bit where I catch one)
My mum and her partner have a boat they like to take out fishing. I heart getting out there in the water when there is next to no wind, a good amount of sunshine, and plenty of time to waste. I heart casting out, reeling in, the anticipation, etc. I just hate touching fishy stuff (ie bait), I can’t handle taking the hook out of its mouth, and it breaks my heart when I actually catch one.
On Saturday we ventured out for a bit of fishing. All was going well. I managed to get my mums partner to bait ‘er up for me. I was kicking back, taking it easy and enjoying life until one hit. I hooked a huge mother fucker of a fish (red snapper to be exact). After a fair amount of struggle due to my only having skinny girly wrists, we final got the guy in the boat. I looked down at him entangled in the net, laying on the bottom of the boat. His one-eye was looking directly at me. I could feel him thinking “Why? Why is this happening to me?” It broke my bloody heart, though we didn’t throw him back. I feel so guilty though.
On the upside, we had about 3 dolphins diving in and out of the water so close to out boat that I could have thrown something and hit one in the head. Actually, that isn’t true. I’m a rotten shot.
Aurelius said,
September 19, 2007 at 1:15 pm
If you didn’t use a hook, then you’d still get the good bits, without the bad bits. Give it a try.
dryeyedcrab said,
September 20, 2007 at 5:54 am
See, that’s why we’re good friends. You’ve got the intelligence, and I’ve got the looks