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DEEP SEA FISHING

The sky was blue, with a few puffy clouds. There was no sign
of bad weather. Our boat rocked and rolled gently in the
ocean waves as we tossed our lines over the side of the boat.

Joe got a little ‘woosy’ from the rolling boat. He caught a
couple of ‘Rock Bass’ before he quit. When you are in a small
boat off shore it’s difficult to help yourself recover from the
‘woosyies’. He didn’t get worst, but…..

Pop, wasn’t feeling so good either. The swaying of the boat
had gotten him down. Later he told Mom that he was
managing, but would have felt even better had he tossed me
overboard.

I hadn’t noticed, that they were both sick. Otherwise I
wouldn’t have antagonized them. Not being such a fisherman
I visited with the others, cheerfully moving from one side and
end of the boat to the other. Rocking back and forth had no
bearing on me. I also had my choice for lunch. There were
several sandwiches, tuna fish and mayonnaise, tomato and
mayonnaise, greasy potato chips and coke cola. I gobbled
everything down and continued to be cheerful.
Our fishing experiences were always trying, especially for Joe,
The good news is that both Pop and Joe survived. Pop never
left the sight of land again, and I was introduced to the sea,
where for years I’d sail in every kind of sailboat from 14’ Sail
Fish, to a 30 foot sloop.

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