Monday, June 8, 2009

Gone Fishin'

My dad and I, in grand tradition, went fishing last Saturday on the beautiful West Haven, Connecticut shoreline.

While I was in Utah, I really missed the Ocean. I've never been to to Pacific ocean, but the crazy, New England Atlantic ocean and beaches are my favorite. We stopped at the hardcore bait shop that was always stop at, where these two tattooed, pierced, tanned and craggy old fishermen sat, watching "Yours, Mine and Ours" on the TV, commenting on how good of a movie it was. It just goes to show, you really can't judge a book by its cover. We bought a box of sandworms, and a whole bunker.

We got to a cement pier and set up. I think that sand worms are possibly the most wretched creatures on the face of the earth. They look like this:

Ok, lies. That's just how they seems to be to me sometimes. They look more like this.

Still pretty disgusting. I generally let my dad cut those up and put em on the hook for me, but I decided to man up, and do it myself. I, manfully, cut mine in half and, using the back end (the end without the pincher) impaled it, squirming, on the hook, successfully. I was also successful in getting worm blood all over my hand, and giving myself a world class case of the heebie jeebies. But I was proud of my accomplishments. My dad and I proceeded to fish for the next two and a half hours. The wind was really in rare form, and I had full body goosebumps, and couldn't feel the fantastic sunburn I was getting as a result. But look at us! We are fantastic anglers.
This is me and my dad, and our first catch of the day. Nothing much, you know.

This is one of my dad's catches of the day. Not too impressive. He was a little bitter. He was also wearing some fantastic pleated shorts. Oh that fashionista father of mine.

Here is me and my last catch of the day. My dad is not only bitter that my fish is bigger than his, but that my facial hair is much more impressive.

...okay. So we didn't catch anything. But isn't this was fishing is all about? Telling tall tales? Oh well. It was still a really fun daddy/daughter day. After we gave up, we thawed out at a seaside seafood restaurant and had mediocre fish, and I watched my rockin' sunburn develop. Good times.


Whit said...

hahaha, you crack me up. Thanks for entertaining me for 4 minutes while I read that. Love it.

Josh and Gloriana said...

I just laughed out loud for like 10 minutes straight after reading this post. I guffawed- literally. I love you.