Somehow my dad got stuck on the Girl's Boat with my mom, Cookie, and myself. After a while, I'm the only one that hasn't hooked anything and I'm getting pretty damn impatient. I alternate between calling "Here, fishie-fishies!" when I cast and declaring, "I suck at this!" repeatedly.
We see a boat approaching and it's the Boy's Boat! (Papa, Uncle Neal, and Steve) My mom tells them she's caught a few, but no keepers. Cookie tells them she's caught a few, one keeper. I raise my beer and say "I caught a buzz!" They laugh and head back to the house.
Not long after this, I feel a nibble so I 'set the hook' and holy shit. "Ahhhh! I think I got something big!" I know I'm not really the strongest, but reeling this thing in became a serious work out. I shoved the end of the pole in my belly button and tried to hold the rod up as I reeled, but it wasn't working. My dad sees what's going on and comes over to help me hold the rod up and after about 20 minutes I finally pull in a 31 inch 18 pound Black Drum.
My dad decided it was too big too eat, it would be mealy. So, after we tied it to the boat to take back to the house to show Papa and weigh it, we let my monster fish go.
For about a week after this, I complained of internal injuries. My stomach was bruised and any movement/bending was not pleasant... totally worth it.
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I was a witness to this. The BEST part of the whole event though was the look on Papa's face when he saw Ceci's fish. I wish I had a picture of that.
Last time I went fishing I caught a 50+ year old man! The boat captain said our lines must have gotten tangled but I think the grouper were just mocking me (since everything I caught got turned into bait). Those pesky grouper are probably still laughing at me, thinking I finally caught a keeper, but alas it was just Al.
Hahah! That's a great story! :)
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