Every time I go fishing, I go in hopes that I'll catch something someone says, hey, that's too good not to fillet and have for dinner tonight. It never happens, but I really don't understand fishing for sport, rather than for dinner. Perhaps that's just me. Much to my pleasure, I was invited to celebrate a friend's birthday on his annual fishing trip. The trip left out of Dockside Marina, just a stone's throw away from my old stomping grounds in Lynnhaven Landing. The water was incredibly rocky and we kept getting jostled about on the boat. Out of the eleven in our group, three retired to the back of the boat to nurse their sea sickness. The tour cost $35 and lasts four hours.
Our efforts brought us a plethora of croakers (too small and bony to eat) and a couple toad fish. Luckily, our friend's lovely wife had planned a cookout, complete with burger sliders and pasta salad. Abby served white wine with fresh peaches and raspberries bobbing in the glasses while we played Taboo. All in all a wonderful way to spend a Saturday.
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