The fish we caught yesterday, grilled, prepared and brought to our room by the wonderful chefs here…
How happy and proud does John look here!
Needing some new euphemisms for “delicious”. Wanna say it all too often!
Since we wake up at 3AM anyhow, why not sign up for some early morning deep sea fishing? The first 3 hours went something like this…
Not included: me vomiting from slowly rocking back and forth, at a standstill in the middle of the indian ocean.
Then we threw out the idea of the fancy schmancy rig setup and used some good ol’ fashion poles. Which brought back vivid memories of the countless dollars my family spent at Target or Earnst getting me cheap shit, child-size, minnie mouse, plastic fishing poles as a young monster. They broke with EVERY. SINGLE. USE. But we bought another every time and I was endlessly happy.
Anyhow, things really started working out for us, once the clock started ticking down on our 4-hour boat maximum…
Okay. So there’s a chair that kinda reminded me of my gyno, but besides that, it was the old fashioned way.
Bam! First fish. A….I don’t know. They told us at the time but we were too excited to care. Definitely not something we’ve ever heard of. Trevally, I believe.
Then my turn. Not sure what emotion was flowing through my face here. I think it was 40% “whoa, a fish”, 10% “this fish is pretty”, and 50% “I feel terrible we are killing this fish right before my very eyes just because he was dumb enough to try and eat”.
“Let’s throw him back!”, I stupidly said as this fish had a thick hook going through his little fish midsection. To which this guy responded, “How about I just cut his jaw off”…by just cutting it off.
Goodbye, my sweet. If mom is right, I am gonna be reborn as this thing for killing it.
RIP. Will honor your memory by enjoying you for breakfast tomorrow. If it helps, I will feel a little bad about it.