Fishing aboard Wedac II.

Fishing aboard Wedac II, until this year (1996), has been the most frustrating of sports. We have come from total novices obsessed with the quest for fresh fish, to total novices lucky enough to happen across a mentally challenged fish or two. One of the more notable catches was a fish that for some un-known reason decided our swim platform looked like a neat resting place, jumped out of the water and thrashed about just long enough for me to climb, jump, and slither over the Transom to catch him. It was worth sustaining all the bruises.

Learning about the Fish of the Gulf Coast of Texas, and how to catch them ,has become quite a large part of our relaxation (as if we really have any with the restoration still in progress), and so many books, magazines, and fishing equipment have been bought and studied. Every fisherman we encounter tends to have his ear bent for any little tips we might glean. Generally people are very helpful. However, we have come to the disturbing realization that other than a few stray fish the majority must be caught at fish farms.

Here is an account of our Fisherman theory:

We now know what sport fishermen and their friends do when they go fishing. They get plenty of beer, wave good-bye to their wives and families, and then proceed to moore their boat at a nearby marina. Consuming a good portion of the beer on the way, they immediately pull into a fish market and buy a convincing quantity of fresh fish to satisfy said spouses that they actually have been out hunting and gathering.

Once this is accomplished it's off to a bar to tell raunchy accounts of conquests passed and fantasized of. Concoct accounts of storms and big fish, and get drunk . Returning later to their boat, and thence home with fish in hand and a well rehearsed story.

We just know it's all a conspiracy to keep us going out. The joke is that we actually enjoy it. SO THERE!!!

Triumphant at last!!!Here we are last with the one thing that had eluded us for so many years, a fish. No eating the bait this evening! July 1996.

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