Tuesday, April 19, 2011


Today my grandfather and I went on a fishing trip.
We were out trying to catch my second favorite fish in general and my favorite fish to eat; Rockfish.
Some people also call them stripers because of the stripes running down their bellies.
We were having a great time until we came to a very choppy part of the bay in Maryland's water.
I got super seasick, obviously the title of this post.

But I didn't want to admit it. Everyone other than me was having a great time:
Chatting away, eating sandwiches, having fun screaming at the top of their lungs: FISH ON!!!
But then I realized how totally and fully completely dumb I was being not getting my bottom out of that chair and telling them that I was seasick and that if nobody got me a bucket or a bowl or anything to puke in that I was gonna jump right off of that boat and drown myself to death.

But, I was even dumber.

I held it in.

The guys didn't even find out until I actually did puke.

After I puked, Bubba said:
"Do" you want to go lie down in the cabin?"
"No." I replied.
He said it again.
"Are you sure?"
He said it one more time.
"Do you think you're gonna live?"
"Not at all."

So, I went down and I took a nap in the cabin.
After about half an hour, I woke up to the sound of waves crashing against the boat.
We had gone through the choppy wave place again.

Immediately, I puked again.

Bubba said:
"Hang in there, buddy. We're almost home."
That was defenitely a huge relief.
He hopped out of the cabin.
I heard some body scream:" LAND HO!!!!!!"

Well, after I heard that, I felt so happy that I felt Iike jumping out of the cabin's bed and doing a front flip out of the cabin and landing on the roof of the boat. But, right before I actually thought I might do a front flip out of the cabin and land on the roof of the boat, I realized that I was really sea sick and I lied down again.
After I lied down again, someone screamed my name. I had a big rockfish on my line!
I got out of bed and walked vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy to my fishing rod and started reeling the big rockfish in.The rockfish fought really hard.It took all my strength to get it close. When it finally got close to the boat, Ross netted it and measured it."Thirty-four inches," he said.

I don't mean to brag, but thirty-four inches is two inches taller than Amanda. If you don't know who Amanda is, feel free to read my first post on my blog.


All in all,it was acually a pretty fun trip.

After all, I DID catch A HUGE ONE!