Monterey Bay, 1969– Mom loved to fish so we fished a lot. One weekend we joined a charter and went on a three hour cruise of Monterey Bay. I was terrified. It was a tiny boat. To use the bathroom, you had to use the tiny gunnel and inch your way to the bow. There I was, on a six inch gunnel between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea.
We were fishing for Lingcod A prehistoric throw back of a fish. Boring to fish because all it did was back pedal when hooked. It didn’t taste good either.
The highlight of the trip was when a sea gull dive bombed my Mom’s scotch and water. Ploop! Bull eye! She didn’t even notice. Swilled it right down. It was a miracle I didn’t puke.
And you wonder why I’m weird. Just wanted to share.