The captain knew several spots where rockfish would be hiding under rocks. At our first spot my friend caught a baby shark. He refused to let the poor creature go back to the sea, and we watched the shark take his last breaths. Unlike smaller rockfish and seabass he fought to stay alive despite the lack of water. I believe he put a curse on my friend's family, as all three of them got seasick right after he was caught.
While the sick turned the cabin to "sick-bay," laying on the seats and throwing up, we the healthy continued to fish. We had long fishing rods, and T.J. showed us how to use it. Release a level, put your thumb on the string (so it won't get tangled) and release it till it stops. When we caught something T.J. came and unhook it and see if it was big enough. I caught two rockfish but both of them were too small for keeping. As we traveled farther away, and it got late in the day, more people congregated in the cabin. The problem with being in the cabin was that it was much easier to be seasick. I and others, felt the strain of motionsickness and got tired and cold. People started complaining to the organizer and pretending that they were worried about my friend who spent the last 3 hours laying down and puking. Finally, the organizer gave to the demands and we returned back to the pier, although we had paid for 2 more hours.
Now it has been nearly one month since our fishing trip, but my mind still wonders to the deep blue ocean. The fish that took my baits, but were able to escape (more than sven times) call my name in the wind. Wait for me till next time, the rockfish and the bass. Next time you won't be that lucky.
, Virginia, Turkey
July 6, 2004
From journal Weekends in Philadelphia