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Good sports. |
I got a bonus day off this Monday thanks to the new
national holiday, and it just so happened that the boy finished school AND my
sister had a house for the week on LBI. My
brother-in-law Ben wanted to take his one fishing trip per year with us, and I
would like to say that I put him on a crazy fluke bite, but I can’t. I reserved a boat in Beach Haven with easy
access to my old stomping grounds, back when I was the “King of the Bay” (more
on that below), and I served as a low-rent charter for four hours. Those four hours happened to fall between 1:30
to 5:30 PM with a falling tide and a North wind working in tandem for some
solid 2 to 3 MPH drifts! I don’t think poor
Ben could sense bottom even with three ounces.
The water was dirty too following a couple days of South wind (the best,
yeah?) even though it had turned North that morning and then a foggy Northeast around
4 PM—a little too late, yo. The boy
landed the only fish close to a keeper, one of only three short fluke, along
with a sandshark. I hooked a skate—at that
drift speed, let’s face it, I snagged a skate—demonstrating the jigging
technique for Ben. He got to reel in a spinning…
I want to say fish? I believe Tami was
pregnant with our son some 16 years ago, and we were staying at a place that
Ward and I rented with friends for several years on the island. She woke up and recounted a dream where a little boy—let’s
say it was the future boy on the boat today—spotted me and said, “I know you! You’re the King of the Bay!” She even made me a craft project that still hangs
in the powder room of our house that I got a chuckle about on Tuesday
morning. Man, my then-unborn son should have
picked better heroes! Ask Uncle Ben
about my prowess as a fishing guide! It
was still a nice couple of days with family, albeit a little breezy and a lot of work and
money, all mine, for a nostalgic boat ride over my old honey holes on Monday.
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Perhaps he had my gift for sarcasm even then? |
There's no marigolds in the promised land.
ReplyDeleteThere's a hole in the ground where they used to grow.
Any man left on Barnegat Bay
Is the King of the World as far as I know.
S.Dan
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Wow that a deep cut! I had to google it and I have a music on the brain!
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