Barf-a-rama

Last Sunday I took a break from a consulting project that I'm working on. I was working in North Miami Beach at Michelle's home. Her husband, Abe is quite the avid fisherman. If he could, he would fish everyday, all day. He has a nice fishing boat and they live on a harbor that connects to Biscayne Bay. Abe and I went out in the bay for a couple of hours to fish. We used live bay shrimp and had a fun time catching sea trout. There were also pin fish that loved to steal the shrimp right off the hook. Later, we ventured out into the Atlantic. We only went a few miles off shore. We could still see the Miami coastline which was good for me. The swells were probably only 4 feet or so. We used live pin fish for bait and we hoped to catch a sail fish, king fish, snapper, dolphin or something big. After an hour and a half or so, I was beginning to lose it a bit. I kept staring at the buildings trying to convince myself that I wasn't going to puke. The waves kept coming and finally I lost my lunch. Oh well. I do not do well with spinning rides or even roller coasters over and over again. Hopefully, the next time I'll be able to last a bit longer. I need "sea legs" as my son informed me. At any rate, we didn't catch anything so we'll have to go out again.