Fluking with My Father

I could never write a word about summer fishing without recalling the wonderful experiences I had learning to fish in an old rented rowboat with my father and grandfather.  Since my father burned easily in the midday sun, we always set off before dawn, headed to the boat rental place on the edge of the Great South Bay and there he would put his outboard motor onto the rented boat.

We were on our way by five thirty, with hooks overboard by six.  We fished for fluke (a type of flounder) in the summer. I can still taste the pepper and egg sandwiches my grandmother packed for us.  I can smell the bay and feel the ocean breeze on my cheek.  And I recall the blue claw crabs and how they always escaped from the bucket  and  wandered around the bottom of the boat until I begged my father to return them to their bucket prison.

Since it was a small boat, my father only brought one child with him each time he went fishing. We had to take turns.  My siblings and I recall these trips with bittersweet nostalgia,  and for me, they  were some of the most magical moments of my  childhood.

My father did not live past 53 and those fishing trips became part of his legacy.  I learned much more than fishing when I went out on the bay with my him looking for fluke.  I learned about life.

 

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waiting for a bite 

a boy learns to ignore

the first nibble

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the old row boat

drifting with the tides

then a bite!

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father and son

reeling in the first fluke

together

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summer fluking 

on the great south bay

catching  the sunrise

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©2013 Wabi Sabi

For Carpe Diem ‘ the first bonito’