So a buddy and I had been itching to get offshore Sat, but time constraints wouldn’t allow us, so we decided to hit the jetties. Nothing special about the trip except that he lost his mother just a couple of months ago and I lost mine in 2014, so we decided to spend Mothers Day weekend fishing with our dads. My buddy and I didn’t catch what we were hoping for, but our dads were like little school girls catching the BSB’s and whiting. Probably the best part of the trip is my dad is 74 and his dad is 64, but my dad couldn’t remember his name, so he kept calling him “Old Man”…‘Hey Old Man, throw me a beer’, ‘got another one Old Man’…my buddy and I laughed about that the whole day…we got home and cleaned 10 whiting that we kept and ate like kings. The bowls used to bread the fish and soak them were my moms and man, I remember eating a lot of biscuits from those pans! My dad told me a story about the bowl that I’d never heard before, said he bought it in Alaska in 1971 on his way to Vietnam and shipped it back home to my mom. The memories made this weekend far outweigh any fish we could have caught. I’ll remember spending Mothers Day with my Father for the rest of my life. Great memories.
