a blog about Kilt and her kids plus Trouble our JRT mascot.

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Monday, July 18, 2011

Gone fishin'

Instead of jest a wishin'

Here's a fish that didn't get away.  This is hanging on my Dad's living room wall.  I caught this sailfish when I was 13 yrs. old.  I came in second for the summer Florida fishing tournament.  Someone actually caught an Atlantic sail that was 1/2" longer (so they say).  Probably just didn't want to be beat by a kid. :0)


Jim and I always go on the half day boat, the Lady Stuart, to ocean fish when I fly to Florida.  This time the water was too cool for this time of the year and the currents too strong.  We got skunked.   That was a "first."                                  



The boat was full.  Jim and I fished at the helm.  We had to keep skipping over the anchor, but at least we didn't get tangled (much) with the other fisherman's lines.  When I first dropped my sardine, something hit my bait super hard.  The pole doubled and everyone got excited.  Only lasted about 5 seconds and then it was gone.  Bummer.  That was the last big bite I had all morning. :0(



If I was only 35 years younger.  hahaha  This is my favorite first mate, Corey.



This house is on the river.  If it was on the ocean it would wash away.  I still don't know how it survives the hurricanes.  Anyway, it looks like a great PARTY house!


The end.  Kids crashed inside the cabin on the way back to port

2 comments:

Karen said...

Hey that Corey....he's so good he can fish with two poles at once:)?
Weather and things related to it seem to be out of the normal range everywhere.

gvmama said...

Sweet Corey...blond dreadlocks, big smile, skinny with muscles. Yep, I tip him well as soon as I get on board. He always gives me 2 hooks instead of one. :0)
I notice a current change. They are now catching fish again. Oh well, next time.