The street in front of our house is often packed with fishermen, regardless of the day or weather conditions ( and for some reason, most seem to be from the Philippines). We figured they knew something we didn't. So we bought a reel and tackle, and made our way to the rocks. We had no idea what we were doing. However, after a few attempts, Weston hauled in a line of fish (we think they are mackerel?). After throwing them back, we tried a few more times, and found more successes. It was addictive. And then, Weston cast close to shore, and our line got stuck in the rocks. We had to cut the line. Our day of fishing was done, almost before it began. Now I remember why I found this sport frustrating Regardless it was a beautiful day, and great to be out there with Wes!
