Goin Fishing

As I sit here and wait for the Olympic Games to continue I wonder....okay, enough of that....spent the afternoon repairing the kid's sister's surfboard....ah, the smell of fiberglass resin will be stuck in my garage for the next couple of days....but after several delays....4:00 Mass, 5:30 dinner, forget the trip to the mall, got too many things to do with too little time...Micheal Phelps just won his eighth gold medal of these Olympic Games....congradulations to his Mother.... imagine the time SHE has put into his efforts....Good Job Mom....but tonight the kid and I are going fishing....fishing with the kid....oh thats it, what is becoming a Saturday night event, the kid and I went fishing again tonight....we decided to forgo the usual fishing spot under the big bridge and hit an old fishing spot that we hadn't visited in about a year or so....called Jon-Jon to see if he was too busy to join us...seems his schedule was open for the evening and after giving him directions the kid and I continued on our way....now the directions to this fishing spot are pretty simple, just head north on John Anderson (the beach side river road) about a mile past the tug boat....about the time you think you aren't ever going to get there, just keep going about another mile or so.....these are pretty simple directions that I am sure my brothers have heard before.... Tom most likely has given or received these same instructions more than once in the last month....well, the kid and I arrive at the secret fishing spot to find an elderly couple with a line in the water....with a courtesy hello, and a 'catching much' the respond is a desolate NO....not even getting any bites.....well, we unloaded our fishing poles, our tackle box, our standard issue bucket, and the ever present cooler containing the so important adult beverages...the kid baits a hook and cast his pole....before I could even pop a top and get a shimp on my hook, the kid is reeling in a fish....of course he had to make a big show of it...but damned if he didn't pull in a catfish that would have tipped the scales at about six pounds.....very pretty fish but ugly as hell...

well, I no more than got my line wet when I hooked a nice little eight inch red fish....using the small tackle that I do, it put up one hell of a fight....of course we practice catch and release so those fish both got an opportunity to grow bigger.....after reeling in a couple of more smaller fish called crokers, thats the noise they make when they are hooked, they croke like a frog....a couple of small cats...the kid hooks another monster catfish out of the main channel.....this is another monster that would be a keeper if a fish fry were in order.....but that is not why we fish....about this time the couple next to us on the pier pack up and head home....seems they had been there for two hours and hadn't caught a thing.....kind of felt sorry for them, but then enjoyed another cold pop and got over that real quick....about now Jon-Jon calls and asks how much farther past the tug boat we are.....about a mile or so Jon, just keep going and look for the jeep on the left....ten minutes later he arrives.....what took so long seems to be a party at one of the big houses on the intercoastal waterway.....three cops acting as cross walk guards with lites and sirens....somebody spent a boat load of money to catch a buzz....could have joined Jon and I and got away a lot cheaper.....again I digress...the kid and I with Jon-Jon and my friend Jim spent the next hour catching and releasing fish back into the the intercoastal..... nothing can compare to the feeling of a Yellow Jack slamming your hook and taking off with it.....swear that I had hooked Jaws XXXV when that jack hit.....then the kid hooks a big mangrove and the fight is on....he makes a hell of a good show out of a three pound fish....after a couple of more c&r's Jon-Jon gets in the groove and pulls in a big ass Red Fish.....I would have kept that one and took it home to cook, but as Jon has stated in the past, he likes his fish on a platter, prepared by someone else....so that big ole red got another chance to grow.....after Jon's big catch he smartly realizes that it is best to quit while ahead and he heads back to his condo on the beachside.....seems that the kid got quantity for the night, but Jon-Jon got quality.....the kid and I hung out for another hour or so c&r ing and feeding the local mosiquito population.....oh, by the way, Deep Woods Off must only work in the deep woods cause it didn't do diddly for us tonight....I am afraid to look in a mirror.....might think I have chicken pocks again....finally the kids calls it quits and we load up and head home.....of course a night fishing wouldn't be complete unless we stop by and visit with the longroof....spent a nice hour hanging out at Jon-Jon's place watching the kid get excited about Robin Williams on you-tube.....