It actually happened. We went off-shore fishing in Brandon's boat. After waking up at 3 am, a many many many mile and few hour boat ride, we reached the fishin' hole. Actually, it is an old wrecked shrimp boat that created an artificial reef which means great habitat for gigantic fish. We could not have had a better day from the start. The water was calm, making for a more pleasant boat ride. The weather was beautiful. And, we had a cooler full of beer among good friends. Not sure what could have made the day better. Wait, yes I can: FISH. And fish is what we caught. The day started with me hooking what looked like a Barracuda, but the line got cut when it was about 10 feet from the boat. After that, Mike caught his Shark. Then I landed a Bonnita, which evidentially is not really good to eat, but great bait, so we kept it. From then on it was nothing but Amber Jack and they just got bigger as the day went on. About half way through the morning another boat showed up and decided to anchor right next to us. At first, I was a little annoyed until we caught about another 4 Amber Jack and they caught nothing. So, the look on their faces as we were having all the fun was worth it. After about noon, we had limited out on Amber Jack so we headed to another spot to try to catch some Grouper. We did just that, catching many off of the chopped bait we made out of the Bonnita I caught. But, Jen caught the only keeper. So, after a long day of drinking beer and catching fish, we headed home to clean them up. Unfortunately, this is where the day went sour for my thumb. The Grouper had not passed yet, and Brandon, being as funny as he is, told me to "Just lip it," to get it in the cooler. Not remembering Mike's only secret to ocean fishing: "Everything in the ocean wants to hurt you," I did just as Brandon advised and came up with less thumb than I started with.
Mike's shark.
The Bonnita, aka fish bait.
Steve's Amber Jack.
Mike's Amber Jack
Jen's Amber Jack
Me trying to hold the fish with the gaf. Brandon is equally excited in the background.
Back at the dock.
Here are the 5 Amber Jack and the solo Grouper on the top. Steve's hand is on the fish for size reference.
Here is the remains of my thumb. From now on, don't "Just lip it."