I caught a big fish.
(Actually that guy in the foreground hooked it and hollered at me,"Come take this!" So I threw the sardine I was clutching back into the live-well, ditched my pole, and grabbed his. Reeling it in took ALL I had. They kept telling me, "Keep the end of your pole UP!" I just wanted to say, "But I'm a GIRL! And that has got to be a walrus on the end of this line because it's not budging!" It finally budged all the way to the boat, they gaffed it and threw it on deck. I posed, with quivering arms, for a picture, and secretly hoped that would be the last fish I would catch that day. Surely they don't come any smaller than that, and I would have to wuss-out if it were any bigger.
We saw schools and schools of dolphin.
And one seal, one flying fish, and two jelly fish.
Wanna hear a funny story?
Chad usually has such mastery of the English language,
That his flub-ups are memorable.
This fishing trip reminded me of a similar trip he took a few years ago.
On these trips, you either catch yellow fin tuna(like the one I caught),
blue fin tuna, or albacore(the BIG ones).
Chad had had more luck that year and had caught multiple albacore.
He was telling me about it as I was frying up some of his catch the next day. "Boy, it sure was fun realing in those albatross," he said.
I looked at him.
Tell me you know what an albatross is."
"Oh," he said, realizing he'd made a mistake, "it's a prison."