Had the opportunity to fish with my dad and a couple of his buddies yesterday. I grew up running the cockpit of his 40’ Ocean back in the late 90s and early 2000s and for the last 10 or so years he has turned his hatred for fish from the pelagics to the flat fish in the creeks.
Usually once or twice a season he would grace me with his presence on an offshore trip but due to planting times on the farm, work, family illnesses etc, he hadn’t made it out in a couple of years.
He enjoys reminding me, in no uncertain terms, to shut the F up, he taught me everything I know and he knows (**() well what he’s doing when I make a suggestion here and there. Needless to say I looked forward to finally spending a day on the ocean with him.
To start the day off, one of our crew members made the fatal mistake of trying to explain to my father why the smooth jazz playlist on his ipod wasn’t appropriate trolling music. Unbeknownst to him, Craigy has no less than 72 hours of Gershwin, Brubek, Coltrane… you get the picture. He refused to give up the wheel or music controls until we were 30 miles out on our way back to the house. Here’s a neat little trick you guys can add to your bag for when the fishing is slow. Play slow jazz for 12 hours and the fish will hang themselves on your hooks just to put themselves out of their misery.
All joking aside, it was a fun trip with some great guys and got to see the stream in all of its glory for most of the day on a color change with weeds, massive schools of flying fish, angry dolphin and an even angrier blue that mashed one of our hooked up fish.
Kept what we needed, threw back some more. Everyone will eat well and we can turn our focus to other parts of the deep blue…
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