Deep Sea Fishing

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Deep Sea Fishing

Wow! I love going deep sea fishing on our boat. I was excited when my

dad had asked me if I wanted to go this weekend. We departed that Saturday

morning after almost a week of sheer anticipation, our destination, Port

Canaveral, home of of some of the best fishing on the east coast of Florida.

The sea is a very dangerous place when riled by a storm, even a mild one,

so we always made sure the day would be at least close to perfect before we

ventured out into the blue darkness of the open sea. My dad and I had seen the

destruction careless boaters could get themselves into, and we did our best to

avoid it. That Saturday, though, looked as if it were a perfect offshore

fishing day. The sky was clear as glass, with a couple straggling cirrus

clouds, but nothing worth paying attention to, and above that, the fish were

supposedly hitting offshore. All-in-all, the long awaited perfect fishing day

had come, at least in our minds it had.

In the meantime, my dad backed the boat into the salty murky water as I

got the boat ready for our day long journey. I set the navigation system to a

favorite fishing spot of ours which was about twenty-five miles out called the

Pelican Flats. We headed out on the gently, quiet, rolling blue monster's back

as our twenty-two foot vessel handled the one to two foot ocean swells with

sheer ease. Finally, after an hour long haul, and fifteen fishing minutes

later, we ran into our first sign of action.

"Fish on starboard!!" screamed my younger brother.

"Fish on stern, grab 'em!", bellowed by dad from the steering wheel.

Instinctly, my brother and I had quickly grabbed the poles as the line

screamed off and the tips bent almost to the water. Soon enough, both of us had

fish on, very large fish from the feel. About half an hour of sweat and a good

workout, we finally got the fish to give up their fight for life. That was the

first time we had ever encountered a double hook-up, which happens when two

fish of a considerable size are hooked simultaneously, and it happened in less

than fifteen minutes. We ended up fishing for about four more hours and landed

an incredible number of large fish, and we wanted more. The three of us

scanned the surface for more action, and found nothing of interest but what

looked like a storm cloud moving towards us at an unknown velocity about

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