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Deep Sea Fishing

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.

That’s me. Terrified, not gonna pee me.

 

There’s Dad in his cool pose. He always tried for the cool pose.

Here’s my catch.

 

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.


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