Scotty and his Wahoo!

Kyle says Hi to Tuna

Day 1 of fishing, Day 3 of Vacation in Marathon, Florida (Florida Keys).  The first two days were all about lobster (caught 8), the beach, and the sandbar.  Starting out at 10:30 in the morning automatically makes me feel like…Oh well!  After all, they say “the early bird gets the worm”, right???   But I guess we were “FISHING” so who cares about the worm!!   After 5 minutes with 1 rigged ballyhoo with a pink and blue skirt, and 2 artifical baits, I heard the two sounds I love the most.  The zing of the reel and Scotty screaming “FISH ON!”  It’s the best feeling in the world…. for a second.  Then it is just chaos.  Where are the gloves…wait …are u sure you have a fish on????   YES!!! Get the friggin gloves!!!!!   And the gaf!! GET THE GAF! Scott grabs the gaf..Scotty brings it in close to the boat…Kyle and I watch intensely. And so here’s dinner.  Estimation and then confirmation is a 25lb. Wahoo.  42”.  It’s the same height as little Kyle if not an inch or two more.  Kyle screams and giggles at the top of his lungs.  It’s the best feeling ever.  Everyone is happy.   Two more barracudas (thrown back) and a Blackfin Tuna (keeper). No one screaming.  All is well.

With every outing there is a lesson. Day one taught us how to get from the boat ramp to the house/dock after many tries, in several canals.  Day two taught Scotty to be more careful when he was trying to set the anchor and NOT drop his spear pole.  Today taught us, that when you are docking your boat on a new dock with a roof that you should take the fishing poles out of the rocket launchers before you dock the boat.  As Scott attempted a second lesson at teaching Scotty how to pull the boat up to the dock, all of a sudden I thought  “what’s that sound?”   I quickly noticed, at the same time Scotty did, that the poles were bending against the roof.  Scott began giving Kyle a lesson in screaming new profanities as Scotty re-lived an old lesson.  Ok.  Poles down, boat docked.  We all looked at each other.  Not so bad.  Only 1 pole snapped out of 4.  Really…as Forrest Gump says…IT happens.     Fish for dinner, everyone is still happy.