The menfolk gathered on a boat once again to bring home the sea bacon.
I woke up before dawn and rode my freedom machine out to the coast. I was excited to catch a fish, but also very annoyed that I had to be up that early. You’d think that both those feelings would balance each other out, make you kind of stable. Not the case. Instead I just felt kind of manic. Compounded by the 2 and a half hour boat ride and unsteady swells of the ocean, wasn’t that much of an enjoyable experience.
But we got to see this pod of dolphins, which was kind of a silent spiritual moment for everyone involved. Even if they don’t care to admit it.
I didn’t catch shit. Everyone else caught a bunch of snapper. The snapper caught a crab in its belly.
I love spending time with my dad and bro, but this was the real reason I wanted to go fishing.
This truck smelled of fish.
And the Black Box smelled of sweat and desperation.
Jason and I caught Lymbyc Systym. A fucking great band. Go see them. They are still on tour. If you live in FL you missed them already.