Gone Fishing

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I am starting to get excited a bit.  I am going fishing.  I was born and raised on the water and in the woods but it seems I have let the last twenty or thirty years slip by without much time spent there.  I decided last week that I’m going to the Gulf to one of my favorite spots.  I caught this the last time out with my sons.  Been looking at the picture like erotica lately.  Figured it was time to go.  Never much liked naked pictures.  My thought was why would want to look at somebody else.  Would just frustrate a boy.

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Low tide at dusk.

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This is Dave.  He is a writer and expert in-shore fishing guide.  He is also a friend.  He is going to meet me and my boys friday morning.  He is unique in that he will guide folks whether pier fishing, the jetties, the surf, or the pass.  He is a great resource, teacher, and human.

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There is such a cool community there, made up of locals and people from all walks of life.  Friendly people eager to teach or assist.  This time of year most of the tourist are gone. The highs will be in the eighties, low fifties at night.  The deeper water fish move in with the drop in temperature, Kings, Bull Reds, some smaller Tuna, and even Mahi are being caught this week.

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Can’t Wait!

18 thoughts on “Gone Fishing

  1. It’s always good to follow your bliss! I have to confess, fishing is not my bliss. I fished with my dad as a kid, but just don’t like all that ick involved. But back in the day, I did win a fishing contest once. So there is that…

  2. I’ve always enjoyed fishing. One of my step fathers gave me my first poke when I was 10…I was hooked (pun intended). At the time, we were living on a cove and I spent all my free time teaching myself…over the course of the next 5 years, it saved me….

  3. Here’s a couple prayers for you. One for this weekend and one for much later!

    God grant me the SERENITY
    to accept the size of the fish I catch,
    the COURAGE not to fib about it,
    and the WISDOM to know
    that no one would believe me anyway…

    And for later…

    God grant that I may live to fish
    Until my dying day
    And when it comes to my last cast
    I then most humbly pray
    When in the Lord’s safe landing net
    I’m peacefully asleep
    That in his mercy I be judged
    As big enough to keep

    😀

    I could NOT find an Irish blessing. I’m so sad…

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