Yesterday was a curious day here at the beach. We were pretty much held prisoner by various types of winged insects. The biting flies were still bad on the beach with the North wind; the gnats were bad on the main deck of the villa, leaving only the small deck that had enough wind and sun to run all the little varmints off. We were finally able to go down to the pool in the afternoon for a while. Vickie braved the beach while wearing 300% Deet and collected some more shark’s teeth. We did have some enjoyable time since the shrimp boats were very close inshore, and we were able to watch the antics of the sea birds behind them and see some porpoises frolicking around. The rest of the day I read a book, surfed the net, worked on my writing, and made a run to CVS for mom. (oh and napped a little) We noticed a large group gathering at the pool that all seemed to know each other. Turn s out it looks like there is going to be a wedding here Saturday.
Last night we had an early dinner of leftovers, and Vickie and I set off for the fishing pier. It was cool, so we got out the jeans, socks, long sleeve shirts, etc. We rounded up everything we needed and took off for the Seaview Pier, which is about 2 miles from here. Earlier in the evening, we had made a preliminary reconnaissance to make sure the pier was not infested with flies. The crabby old man at the pier didn’t want to let us walk out and check (for free) but Vickie prevailed. We talked to several patrons and they assured us the biting flies were not a problem. We promised Crabby we’d be back. (little knowing he was secretly plotting his revenge). Later, shortly after Thursday evening dinner, we arrived at the pier with all our gear, and expected the $7.00 ea charge it said on the Internet. Well it turned out to be $8 and it wasn’t even good for 24 hrs—only till 6 am Fri day. So admission plus the little bag of (recommended) bloodworms came to something like $26.36. What Crabby failed to mention was that if we came to fish after 9pm the admission was good until 6am Saturday. (we probably got there about 8:30 and they grinned the whole time they fleeced us-Crabby’s Revenge)
We trouped out onto the pier—acting like we had a clue what we were doing. We picked a spot, and I rigged up our poles and cut up some worms for bait. (Vickie wasn’t real happy about this process). We started fishing, and pretty soon Vickie caught a fish. It was a little Spot, and we threw it back. Pretty soon Vickie got into the spirit of the whole thing and even started baiting her own hooks. (she drew the line at cutting up live worms, however) Soon the moon rose and was the biggest roundest orangest moon we had ever seen. Vickie called the Moms to make sure they saw it.
We continued fishing, and caught several more small fish, Spots, Whiting, and a Croaker. But, the wind kept blowing harder and harder, and it kept getting colder. After I managed to break the line on my fishing pole (and didn’t know how to tie the necessary knots to repair it) Vickie set off to get my pole repaired and get some warmer clothes. I continued fishing (well mostly feeding worms to little fish) and shivering. One thing that happened while she was gone—a fellow showed up to fish looking very experienced. He set up all his gear, baited his hooks, and relaxed into a reclining position on one of those old tri-fold lounge chairs. He was all laid back with a little cheroot in his mouth when he got a bite on his line. He jerked the big fishing pole he had, lost his balance, the old chair collapsed under him, and he wound up laying in the middle of the pier, pole and cheroot in hand. All including him had a good laugh at the antics.
As it turns out, Vickie didn’t have the key to get into the villa, so by the time she got back an hour later, I was too cold to fish (Wally, my bass fishing brother-in-law, will tell you there is no such thing as too cold to fish), and she hadn’t brought any more clothes, so we called it a night. I figure it cost us around $20 an hour to fish, but we found out that Vickie and I can fish well together. Money well spent.
We went home to bed (warm bed), and after a good night’s sleep this morning we are watching the wedding preparations on the beach.
More later,
Wes
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