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The beauty of our oceans is indescribable, for the most part. Words such splendor and majesty is just touching the surface, as do engage they are the only time we really appreciate its wonders. It is a complex area of the discovery that many opportunities to learn, offers, and thus the learning, the ability to share it with others. Nowhere to be seen on this earth, how much more beautiful, more makeup, incredibly large and awe-inspiring than the oceans. As a small child I was drawn to her like a magnet attracts iron. I remember going to the beach for the first time. It was an adventure for me that day, and I have opportunities to enjoy it wanted in my life.

My father had a gift for the sake of his children in his hobbies. He loved the sport fishing of all kinds, both marine and freshwater fish were passions of him. Because he does with all his children, we developed a strong bond, both to him and to the recreational hobby of sport fishing activity itself. From the age of six or seven until I was a young teenager, we enjoyed together many times to go fishing.

We have special trips just to fish for species that feed best at night when the water temperature was right, or the moon in the correct phase of what he was teaching us. Finally we got to go to sport fishing in ocean waters: when I was thirteen years old I was on my first ocean fishing trip with my father. This was one of my passions in life, many of which are gifts of experience and learning through him were.

My first sport fishing trip on the sea, in the mid summer of 1967, my father told me and my brother Steven, he with us on Saturday night. Since this is a Tuesday, we could not sleep for the rest of the week. Our heads were full of wonder about the possibilities and ideas about what it would be. We had on small boats many times, but never a boat as big as the sport fishing father had to go with his friends. He brought a number of large fish: albacore, yellowtail, Rock Cod, Calico Bass, Barracuda, Ling Cod, you name it. We were very excited and could not wait for Saturday to come, we knew that large terminals were also the way to us.

Saturday came too soon for us. We were leaving that night at 11:00 clock, for a full day trip to the Coronado Islands off the coast of Southern California. We were headed for the Outer Banks fishing area, it was an El Nino ‘current and large schools of tuna were relatively close to the islands. Papa was all smiles, you could see that he was proud to take us on this trip special. Two of his friends had come, and they teased me and my brother to no end about this fish our butts whipped, and so on. It just makes us more eager to get on with it. The idea of a fish as hard fought us even more excited. Visions were abundant that day.

We went to the Pacific landing in Long Beach, Calif., after stopping to buy some special daddy lures for us needs children.

Hiking in the land office was exciting in itself, the sights and smells were the fishing and fun. The walls were decorated with taxidermy trophies, a very Hugh ‘fall Black Sea Bass “had a Cuban cigar in his mouth he is excited and us even more. The boats were out 85′ to 110 ‘in length, painted blue and white and looked like a kind of floating sky. We rented the corresponding fishing rods and reels for me and my brother. Mom helped us select the right fishing equipment and guides for big game fish needs. Finally we got to keep new gunny sacks our fishing, and boarded the boat.

The boat set clock at 11:00 as planned. My brother and I were in heaven. There was not a place on board we did not find our way in. The captain had us in the pilot phase of the house, and we were impressed with the controls, radar, sonar fish finder and compass and radio system. Direct talked with us about everything, and I remember everything like it was yesterday. We finally went to the bunkroom and slept restlessly. The sound of hammering on the deck we woke the next morning. The people were loud and the sound he cried, big fish were slapping the deck with their strong tails. It was like nothing we had ever heard before, but me and Steve knew it was jackpot time. We excitedly headed for the upper deck and our fishing rods.

When we got it on deck clock 08.30 and a huge fish had been beating the deck right before our eyes. The sailor had “Whitey” only the gaff, after removing the fish from the water for the anglers who had caught it away. It was 12-16 lb yellowtail, and along the decks, it seemed like everyone was connected. Poles were bent and smiles were everywhere, on all faces, including ours. We moved as fast as we could to get our poles that had been rigged with 8 “blue and white jigs Apollo the night before. Jocko, a friend of my Dad saw us and called us over to see him. He was laughing at us and teasing that we were not good fishing, if we do not get our lines wet in a minute.

I was pouring pretty good experience of a conventional rig, and was really good. My brother Steve was not stingy either, let’s take a good deal. The fish were literally cooking in water. You could see them breaking the surface, and it just feeding on the dude they had been thrown by the sailors. I started getting my jig right after he had hit the water. I wanted to keep it on the surface or just below, because the fish were right. On my third cast, I got a connection that my rod doubled over. Line was peeling off my role, so I set my drag a little tighter. Still, the line kept going, and I did not know what to do. My father was right about the time and told me that the drag and pull a little more and let the fish have a head. Meaning it could run for a minute. I did as instructed, impressed at the power I felt pulling on my tail. I had a big fish before, but caught nothing.

As the fish ran, he changed direction several times. Once on the boat, so that my line to go slack, and once toward the bow. I had this long for about ten minutes, in Slack Line moved as fast as I could, and turns to walk along the side of the gunnel rail as the fish took me for a walk. Papa was right there encouraging me, Jocko and his friend Claude were egging me on, and the prediction of the fish would wipe my ass, all in fun. I was pretty tired, my arms were locked-up of property, weight and power for about 20 minutes already, but I could say the fish was weaker all the time. I would get him where I could see him fight, and he would run again at full steam, right under the boat twice. Finally I have it on the side of the boat where it was Whitey gaff.

This was a ‘big-eye tuna, “he said, and it will go over £ 80. I could not believe how big he was drawn as to the deck. It took both Jocko and Whitey to get him on board with two gaffs. As the fish hit the deck, he struck hard with his tail for about a minute. Whitey slapped him on the top of the head with a “Louisville Slugger”, just right it down. I was grinning from ear to ear, and Dad was congratulating me no end. Steven, my Brother two had caught yellowtail, average about 14-20 lbs each, and had his jig back in the water. We started to allocate fish that day, but none as big as my Bigeye was. I do not have the jackpot money because I never had before in the jackpot on the night. My Bigeye weighted 14 pounds, 86 ounces, the largest fish on board that day. It is the bathtub filled end-to-end, when we came home. His tail from the end of the bathtub about eight inches stuck, he was sure great.

We fished all that morning and early afternoon. I caught a bag of yellowtail and white and a few Barracuda boot. Seems they run together in packs. It was a great first trip. My father knew we were to catch fish, that’s why he made us. He later explained that he had not before us because he did not think we could have taken big fish country. Well, of course I said I was ready before the trip. He just laughed at me and rubbed my swollen head.

In times like these that children always remember. Its times like these that create a bond with nature, and the parents. I have never forgotten one minute of this trip. It happened many years ago and was on many solo trips, followed rides with my friend John Hogan, and sister Charlene. After this trip, my father would later me twenty dollars so I could meet the fishing boats from me, or with a friend. That is why I have this now share. You can never be a better time to share with your children as outdoor activities. It’s really important to spend physical time together in a quality manner, sharing and learning together.

This is for sport fishing as a hobby. Try this at home, it works!