fishing

I (Scotty) went deep sea fishing last week. It was a little different than the comercial deep sea fishing trips in the states. It started with a bunch of the guys from the shop pushing me and Dany directly into the waves while Dany tried to cold start the little outboard. It fired up pretty quick, and we were away.

The boys love the camera, but you can kinda see the size of the boat behind them. We went about 14 kilometers out, trolled around a bit, and came back. It was about a six hour trip overall.

I was pretty happy and excited to be out there until I started puking off the side of the boat. Then I was sad for a few minutes until we saw some dolphins jumping and a bunch of flying fish, which made me happy. Then I started puking again. Overall it was a good trip.

Dany was loving every second of it, even though we didn't catch any fish. After a full day of fishing we headed back to the beach where all the boy met us. They pulled us back up onto the shore. I am pretty sure the main reason they came was to give them an excuse to overfill the truck so they had no options but to hang off the sides for the drive home.

Their open mouth smiles and hoots of joy reminded me of the "Orange Mocha Frapacino" scene in Zoolander. For the first time in my life, I wished Crystal had Wham! on her Ipod.