Joy to the fishes of the deep blue sea...

Wow.

I mean, really, wow.

I've been bad.

Very bad.

Sorry.

A lot has happened since my last posting. I did the fishing mentioned in the last post. I've been to Cancun, Mexico. I've reached resolution with the girl mentioned in the last post. I'm interested in another girl now. Given this wealth of material, I'm going to be splitting this up over a few postings over the next few days.

So, let's start it off with, in chronological order...

THE FISHING TRIP

As mentioned before, I was going fishing with my Dad, my cousin, Mike, and his son, Little Mike (age 10). When I got to my parents' house, I got the bad news that Little Mike wouldn't be joining us because it was raining and he didn't want to go in the rain.

Dad, gimme that phone...

I called him and got it all straighted out. He thought none of us were going because of the rain. When I told him we were going no matter what, he was back in.

Woo hoo!

So, the next morning, we meet up at 5:30 at my parents' house, and we're off. We stop for some breakfast as a little diner kind of thing, then we head to the water.

It was just a little freshwater fishing at Prettyboy Reservoir in Maryland, and that water was really high. The Sons (me and Little Mike) teamed up against the Dads. We staked out a place next to a bridge over the reservoir, while the Dads were across the street to work a little bend in a river feeding into the reservoir.

We start fishing, and we're having nothing but problems. Tangled and broken lines, snags in the water, etc. We're both getting mad. We've got walkie talkies to keep in touch between the two groups, and the chatter is mostly trash talk coming from Mike.

Little Mike and I kept trying floaters and I was trying a few lures. Nothing was working, so, I finally rigged up something for the bottom and just left it there while I started rigging up something else to play with. That's when my rod started showing a hit.

Reel in and I have a little white perch. Little Mike goes ape shit, grabbing the walkie talkie, yelling into it "We've got one! We've got one!"

Big Mike continues to trash talk, saying he doesn't believe us.

So, I took a picture of it.



A couple minutes later, I get another bite. Little Mike is definately ready to do the bottom fishing thing now, so, I start rigging him up. Big Mike is still trash talking, and is really mad when I tell him this one is 9 inches long. So, another picture to prove it.



Got Little Mike almost straightened out when I get another hit!



Big Mike is having a cow now.

Mike: "Where are you fishing?"
Me: "On the bottom next to the pilings."
Mike: ...
Me: "What have you been doing?"
Mike: "Floaters."
Me: "They're on the bottom."
Mike: ...

Now, Little Mike has his line in the water. I cast it out for him since he's having a hard time without the extra weight on the line from the floater, so, I put it right next to the pilings. Within a minute, he gets a hit and he starts screaming with joy.

He reels it in, then, he wants me to take a picture of him with the fish.

Then, he does something which I've never seen before, and it definately confirmed for me that we are indeed related. This 10 year old kid is pretty much the embodiment of me at 10 years old.

He kissed the fish.



Now, like I said, I've never seen this before. But, he explained that he wanted to thank the fish for letting him catch it.

Now *THAT* is definately some reasoning I would use.

Shortly after that, the Dads determined that it was raining too hard and it was time to pack it in. Just as I got a deck umbrella set up for Little Mike and I to sit under.

Thunder and lightening started shortly there after, so, Little Mike and I agreed it was time to go.

My Dad had gotten some sandwiches, so, we found a parking lot and sat in our two vehicles to eat. Once done, Little Mike proceeded to pass out.

He had a good time, the Sons caught 4 fish total, and the Dads got SQUAT!

Viva los Hijos!

Coming up next...Cancun!