Gone Fishin'
The day before surgery Dad took me on fishing trip. We joined the crew of the Morning Star to voyage about 15 miles out of Ocean City. It was a beautiful day. There's no better feeling than the rise and fall of the waves, smelling the salt, occassionally getting drenched by the sea spray, and the freedom of being the only boat for miles in a world that is perfectly round and flat, unchanging for as far as the eye can see and dreaming of all the different lands that touch this same ocean. Ok, so I like being on the water. Best of all, we caught fish! Every time our hooks hit the bottom we didn't have to wait more than a few seconds for a sea bass to come along and snatch the bait. We each had our limit by noon and for the next half hour helped the rest of the fishermen get their limit. Dad and I won the contest of seeing who caught the biggest fish by having the two heaviest. I was the only girl on board which no one overlooked. Everyone else had a name as far as I could tell but I was simply "the girl." At least it was good, "The girl caught the first fish", "good thing you brought the girl with you, she's catchin' fish"...I even baited my hook most of the time and took a few fish off the hook when the mate wasn't nearby. It takes me too long but one of these times I'll get good at it. Until then that's what Dad is for. It worked quite well that while he was taking the fish off of my hook I would bring one in on his line. I'm lucky he still takes me along!
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