just another weekend

We went out on the boat last sunday. We had planned to go to the coral heads which is about 5 miles around the south side of Big Pine. The wind was too bad and the chop made it a bumpy, bangy ride. So we just kinda snorkeled in the Atlantic. Its always nice to be on the water and in the water, but the snorkeling really depends on how clear the water is and if there are lots of fish to look at. The place we picked was cloudy and fishless.

Then to top it off the Sun went behind some clouds and judging the direction the clouds were blowing it was looking like it was going to be a sunless, windy, fishless, wavy day. Time to go home. But on the way lets stop by a few holes and see if we can scrownge up a few bugs.

Found a hole, which is really an old bomb crater from practice during WWII, jumped in and bingo! Lobster for an afternoon snack. I caught a bunch of them, but the heads have to be 3 inches long and most of them were too small. It's kinda embarrassing because when your underwater trying to pick out a big one, they appear 3 times larger. So you see one that gets you all excited, chase it down, dig it out of the rocks, come up for air 2 or 3 times trying to be dramatic like your fighting Orka, telling your wife your chasing a monster. You eventually get your loop around it and cinch it tight and surface with your prize, thinking we're going eat good today! Man provides food for Woman!

She looks at it and laughs while saying "your kidding??"

Its just plain embarrassing. Telling her they look bigger under water does not explain the roach size lobster your planning on feeding the family with.

I did manage to get four that were legal. We took them home and boiled 'em and ate 'em.

Also, that was our dogs last trip in the boat. Everytime she goes out she ends up puking in the boat, not the Quadrillion gallon toilet we're in, but the 14'x4' boat. Real messy. We've been patient while trying different techniques to solve the problem, but this last time she puked on our snorkel equipment. Wearing dog puke on your face is something you just can't wash off your mind. You can wash the mask clean, but the image is forever ingrained in the brain matter.