Gone Fishin'

They say a bad day fishing is better than a good day at work, and a good day fishing is certainly better than a bad day at work . . . or something to that effect, anyway, Ian and I had a medium day fishing and a great day on the boat-- perfect weather and we caught numerous fish, pretty much every time we dropped the bait into the water, but most were slightly short of the requisite 12 and a half inches-- Ian caught a couple of keepers (and the mate gave us a bunch of extra sea bass filets) and I learned to grab the sea bass by the mouth, not the head, when removing the hook and I also nearly reinjured my healing hamstring when I slipped on a bucket of raw clams, but I was able to catch myself before I wiped out (and even though I showered and washed my hands, my fingers still smell like raw clams and sea bass).