RETRO DON'S POST - ON FISHING

FROM: 179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART XXXXIII): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY

FISHING (UGH)

my dad loved fishing. on his one day off, most of the time he went on boats to long island sound. fortunately for me, he rarely took me along. he awoke me early-early in the morning. (groan). first we would pick up some great coffee and sandwiches (the best part) from his store. then usually we would go over to westchester avenue (near the el) where the bronx river widened out to enter the sound and board one of the fishing boats moored there. twice we went out to long island via lirr (early, early, early in the morning).

i know its me not you. i find fishing boring and tedious. exposure to water, the elements, the uncertainties of waterways, and the motion of the boat do less than nothing for me. tying hooks, cutting up worms or other bait and skewering it is gross. sorry dad, i just can't hack it. you're the man!

on one occasion i reeled in the day's prize fish. my dad split the prize money with a friend we were with. i'm still waiting for my share. who holds a grudge?

fishing sucks.

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