The Keeper

"The sea was angry that day, my friends, like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli." -- George Costanza

The breeze felt wonderful, but because of the chop, we weren't able to go out as far as we had planned. We did catch a bunch of fish - sea trout, grouper, whiting - unfortunately, they were too small to keep except for the sea trout (above) caught by my youngest cubelet.

We moved around quite a bit and ended up in an area that's called 'the shark breeding ground' and there were many sharks attracted to the chum and cat food we threw overboard. Youngest cubelet came close to catching a small one, but it got away with exactly half of her bait fish.

Mostly what we did was feed live pinfish and greenback fish to the bigger critters in the sea, whatever they were.

One wiley seagull grabbed the bait fish during one of my casts and proceeded to fly away with it. I tugged. The seagull pulled. Eventually, I beat the seagull, but the biggest loser was the poor bait fish that was biten neatly in half during the following cast.

All in all, it was a tremendous amount of fun. At times, exhilirating -- when my brother, the captain, was racing the boat at warp speed over a very choppy sea -- and, at times, quiet and peaceful when we were at one with the mighty ocean.

The best part of the day for me was that both of my girls caught their first fish and then some. I've finally succeeded in making the next generation of fishing fans in the house.

They can't wait to go fishing again.

:-)