Friday, July 3, 2009
Just got back from vacation in the OBX. Man, that place is one of God's most awesome creations. Please don't tell too many people. Some, okay.
Anyhow, here's some video and pics of my fishing trip with by Big Bro Jimbo! Bro is the best fisherman I've ever known, and my gawd does he LOVE IT!
He's been going off-shore for tuna/dolphin/marlin for years. I haven't been out there in like a decade, and he finally bugged me hard enough to get me to commit.
Plus, he paid for the whole charter himself, which means two things.
a. Lawyer bizness is good - still...
b. He's a very generous brother....
So on board we climb the good ol' Point Runner out of Oregon Inlet at 5-dark-thirty in the morning.
It's a nice big boat, good seating inside, a place to lay down underneath. We've got a full 1 1/2 hour slug out to the fishing grounds, and start feeling uneasy about, oh, 20 minutes into an ALL-DAY trip!
I also didn't take any motion sickness pills before hand, because, well, I'm stupid. I thought that my daily horrific intake of junk food had given me an "iron stomach" that could withstand the constant bobbing on the deep sea.
Yeah, not so much.
I end up gently sipping a water when I felt my stomach was getting some "traction" on the open water, and it comes roaring back up in the ship's galley about 10 minutes later.
While I didn't claim an "at sea road win" on the ol' "Galley Maid" toilet with a duece, it was still an accomplishment.
The captain, "Danny", was a genial sort. Much more so than most boat captains. I spent a little bit of time chatting with him up top. Over the years, I've found that you can pretty much ask a captain anything you want, and he'll give you an answer.
They just aren't going to talk with you.
Which is fine. That's what I do for a living. They fish.
And fish they did. The video you see is of First Mate "Greg" hauling in my dolphin (Mahi Mahi). The only part of this exercise that I was needed for was about 5 minutes of reeling, and then posing for a picture.
But my bro, he just eats it all up. I spent multiple sessions lying down inside, if for no other reason than to make 4 p.m. come faster. Jim was constantly on the back boat deck, scanning the sea with his eyes.
A true fisherman's fisherman.
Well, I think it's safe to say I've done my last tuna/marlin trip on deep water. I still like fishing, but would rather keep it closer to shore, where you can actually see the coastline faintly in the distance, and the waves aren't turning your gut into an amusement park.
Once I got home, I used the classic Family Guy line on my wife: "Hey, (Lois), I just got back from a day of sitting around drinking beer, fishing, farting on a boat with the guys.... How 'bout a little 'me' time?"