As a Christmas present to my pops, Marconi took the menfolk on a fishing trip the day after Christmas.
Dad and bro.
Fishermenfolk.
My first catch. I didn’t get any keepers. Couldn’t figure out how to snag them when I felt a couple bites. Sounds like my love life. Zing!
Crack a cold one Chris. You deserve it.
Nothin’ like the golden hour on the open seas.
We may not be the best at catching fish, but we look damn good doing it.
Our final haul. Chase and Tony caught most of them. Grouper. They were still breathing (or at least trying to) when we got back to the dock.
Male bonding and beer drinking is all well and good, but for my money, this is the best part of fishing.
Fresh grouper sandwiches. MMMMM. Thanks Chris!
That top photo rocks. I wish I had some fresh fish now.