| Three Generations On One Boat.
First off I would like to say thank you to you guy's for all your help and support. It's what got me to throw out all excuses and finally get this done.
It went something like this...
Woke up to the sound of my dad's razer splashing in the sink at 4:30am. I closed my eyes and thought I was 10 again. Some things stay the same. I also thought it was cool to think that my son's are listing to the same thing that woke me up for fishing 30 years ago. Not to break tradition, my dad broke out the doughnuts. A treat that was mostly saved for fishing trips. We ate, loaded up and headed down the 405 looking for Edinger. A street that has no freeway exit. Something I didn't find out until almost Newport. We found the landing, and as promised by you guys was perfect. Our biggest concern, getting him in the boat went better than we all thought, and I saw for the first time in his face that he would probably enjoy this. Plan was to hit the flats for some barracuda early, than to Izor's for some bass. We were greeted with a steady breeze and chop right from the harbor that sent Dylan in the cabin, never to be seen again until back inside the harbor. Once at the flats, finding the schooling cuda wasn't hard. We poked around the party boats looking for some stray cuda. But, their jocking for position and the water/weather turning made it hard for my dad. We headed north to Izor's only to find the swell and wind turned even worse. Five knots was the max without slamming the back of the swell. Still dropping down to the next sent spray. I changed plans and choose to set the hook and fish on the south side of the harbor entrance break wall before heading in and ending the trip. I set my dad and ben up on the bottom while I casted plastics. My first cast resulted in what I thought at first was a small halibut, than a sand dab, than finally settled on a sole. I wasn't totally sure so back in it went. Ben proceeded to catch croaker and mackerel (that I saved for catfish). I look over to see my dad's pole (resting on the rail) bending down and towards the motor, as if stuck on the bottom. I grab it with my free hand and the line starts peeling. "It's all yours dad" I say and give it back to him. Than mine goes off. So we both have fish going off. "Fish with shoulders" my dad say's. After that sole, I was thinking halibut. Kind of heartbreaking to see a bat ray. But hay, biggest fish he's pulled on in a long time. It was cool to see him fight it. The water was getting worse so we headed in. It was a success none the less, and opened the doors for hopefully more trips. I think next time we'll hit SD bay. That would be perfect for him.
Again, I was taken back by all the help you guys provided. There's a great bunch of people here.
-Tim-
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