I went sport fishing in Mexico this weekend with my dad and brother. It was a quick, but much needed get-away from school and the city. We left San Diego at ten Saturday night, drank coffee and played cards in the galley, and then bundled into the sleeping quarters for the night as the boat tossed about. I was up at five. The cook had bacon on for breakfast burritos, and then our lines went in at first light. My number one sardine of the trip took a bite that sent my rod smoking, and ten minutes later I was standing in a pool of blood next to my beautiful Yellowtail. We fished the day silly. Beers. Hamburgers. My brother and I simultaneously hooked some Skipjack while trolling. Later we rolled them up, ate some sashimi that was alive a half hour before, took naps, and headed home.
It was refreshing to get out for a bit, with nothing but the sea in every direction, and remember how small my problems actually are. It's difficult to protect this state of mind as I return to reality. If I need a reminder, I just have to stick my head in my freezer and take in a nice whiff of my catch.
Seared tuna with wasabi butter sauce. Who's coming?
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I'm there. Where and when?
You name it, I'll cook it.
On second thought, I think we are both too busy for it to be that easy. Let's figure something out asap.
fishing? delicious food? i am TOTALLY coming! wait... um...
I am extremely jealous.
yes now. now. now.
couldn't have said it better brother.
Sounds awesome my friend. Eating Yellowtail right on the boat. Thats living the dream!
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