Spending a weekend aboard an aluminum fishing boat had never been one of my favorite past times. My grandfather, father, husband and now son can think of nothing better than a day trolling the waters. Aside from the motor fumes, sore booty and full bladder…the pointless torture and slaughter of helpless fish sheerly for my own entertainment usually leaves me lying awake at night wondering if they are swimming around in pain cursing us homosapiens and our hooks.
Yet, alas, I have had a revelation. One thing I love to do is spend time sitting around the family room with some great friends and good conversation… and perhaps a nice glass of Merlot. This weekend I’ve discovered that the good old aluminum boat is a little better than that. My husband and I and another couple went out just after dinner in search of the BIG catch. The water was calm, the company fabulous and the music was an added touch. I had so much fun that I didn’t even notice the 20 mosquito bites I found all over myself the next day. I had even caught a monster fish, much to the awe of my boat mates. The sky was so clear and we could see every single star which made me completely forget about the fact that I really....REALLY had to go.
The more I think about that night, the more I realize that I’d take a fishing boat over a family room any day. No television with an attention grabbing sports station tearing the company of the men folk away from our extremely interesting female conversations, no phone, no fuss, just fun!
I will admit that I still lay awake at night worrying about how not only does the fish I caught have a hole in its cheek, but the second hook on my lure had caught the belly of my fish and ripped its poor skin right open. Even though I know this means a big notch off my karma track record….it was still worth it!
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