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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Something smells kinda fishy

Y'know, I don't like to fish, never have. I think it's my dad's prejudices making excuses. My grandfather was a lobster/cod fisherman, homeport was Salem Bay (Massachusetts)


Oh don't get me wrong, my dad LOVED the sea and always owned a boat and could handle a skiff alone by the time he was 3 years old. Yes, I've seen the old home movies as proof! But during the depression what do you think my Pop Pop brought home for dinner when there was no money? Yup, fish. Even lobster was disdained by my dad because it meant no money to buy food. In his adult life business associates would take my dad out to dinner and "surprise"- LOBSTER!! He'd smile and gulp some down, being a gracious guest. "You didn't finish your lobster!" "Oh, I think I filled up too much on the salad and bread. I couldn't possibly eat another bite." (My dad would roll his eyes and feign disgust in the telling of the story.) Still makes me laugh. And he didn't like to fish.

My mom, on the other hand, LOVED to fish. She would tell stories of she and her gal pals getting a ride in one of the girls' mom's taxi (yes, the mom was a driver) and going down to Boston Harbor fishing on the boats for the day. Almost always one of them won the jackpot, so the taxi mom would pick them up at the docks and drive them home to clean up. Between fares, she pick 'em all up again and whoever won the jackpot would treat them to whichever top Boston restaurant was of their choosing. They were pretty hot stuff, teens walking into those hoity toity dining establishments and paying for themselves. My mom still fished as an adult, she was a member of the Lady Anglers and was even Lady Angler of the Year in the mid 1990's. Just up until a few years ago she went out fishing weekly and even an 11 day trip every year or so. Yes, ELEVEN days on the ocean, my little 5'3" momma. Even when she couldn't fish anymore she was still a member of the Lady Anglers!

Remember me? who hates to fish? I made the AMAZINGLY brilliant life decision to marry a man who loves LOVES to fish, so even though I don't fish, my Sweet Husband would go out on charter trips sometimes with my mom. Oh how they were both blissful on those trips. And when they weren't fishing together, they could sure talk about fishing. She used to look through her telescope in San Clemente and call Sweet Hubby just to taunt him with which boat she could see and what it looked like they were catchin'. He was working y'know.

I do like to EAT some fish.

Okay,the whole point of my story so far is that I am the one who hates to fish. So why oh why is MY PERSONAL BLOG being taken up with photos of FISHIES? Maybe because I love the men who are featured? Yep, that's it.

So today, I include a photo (sigh) of the BIG CATFISH my Sweet Hubby took on his phone because I was in New York with my camera when he caught it. I love that man! (he forgot to include himself in the photo)

Here ya go!
Supposedly a 5lb catfish which is supposedly gigantor for our little lake:

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