First we were going to go fishing. Then, we weren’t. The weather didn’t look great out in the Gulf, but it looked decent here at the house. Storms materialize out over the water and then move inward and vice versa. We waited for a bit. I walked to the beach to find a bunch of nasty stuff. I like fishing, but we also fish responsibly. Someone had fished last night on the beach and chucked all of their fish carcasses for beach goers to enjoy this morning. I saw a huge Grouper head, two Stingrays missing their tails and some other stuff that had been picked apart by birds.
I walked home, the stench was awful and the sight disheartening. The guys had returned from purchasing their fishing license, and we checked the weather once again. We loaded the boat and left. We headed out in the Intracoastal to Venice and entered the Gulf through the jetties there. It’s a really scenic boat ride. We went out eleven miles. From that distance, the shoreline is hard to make out. The water wasn’t really rough, no white caps, but the swells were large. I didn’t fish much at all. I manned the sandwiches, the sunscreen and the beverages and enjoyed the sunshine. It was hard to maneuver around in the boat with the big waves, but we did it for awhile.
We didn’t boat any fish, but Frank and Bob both had a nice one on at one time. Check out the end of Frank’s pole. He just barely got his line on the bottom and something hit it. He was using way too small of a pole for the fish that latched on. He hung out with this bent rod (and passed it around to all of us) for awhile. Bob dropped down an entire bait fish on his huge pole next thing. He had something on it right away. It got off, but when he reeled in, the bait was pretty much mangled and the huge circle hook he had on was bent. Unbelieveable. We think Frank had a giant Grouper on, they don’t fight, they just hang out. They’re sort of like bringing up a car hood. Bob may’ve had a big Shark. Definitely something with powerful jaws for sure.
The sky started looking kind of scary. This is when you’re not sure if you should stay out in the Gulf, or head to shore. We usually think closer to home is better, we were starting to see some lightning.
As I mentioned earlier, this is a real scenic boat ride. Lots of beautiful homes and sail boats are anchored in this area. It’s also home to a real good seafood eatery called the Crow’s Nest. Check out my new house and boat. There’s room for each and every one of you that read this blog, so let me know if you’re interested in visiting me. The yoga teaching business is really good.
Right about now, the rain started to hit. It was painful. Not just because we had to cut our outing short, but because it stung like hell when we were going fast.
Halfway back on the intracoastal, we decided to stop and park at the boat ramp by a school there in Venice. There was some shelter there, but the wind was blowing and we were soaked anyways, so what in the hell did it matter? We did get in the water there. Why? Because it was warm. After wasting some time, the rain didn’t let up, so we headed out. Just passed the marina there in Venice, one boat engine quit. Then the other one too. Uh oh. Does anyone have their cell phone? Whhaat? Four people with 5 cell phones between them and no one thought to toss one on the boat. What in the hell were we thinking?
We floated around in the intracoastal and didn’t see a soul. I mean really, who would be out in this crap? Us, that’s who. After some messing around with the boat engines, one started up. ONE. That meant we could move, but not really fast. That was fine with me, I was tired of being pelted by the stinging rain. Did I mention that it takes about 45 minutes (when you’re going fast) to get out into the Gulf? It took twice as long to get in. I’ve never been so happy to see the bridge at Englewood in my whole life. We were freezing, literally freezing. It’s amazing how cold you can get in the wind and the rain when the temperature outside is still rather balmy.
We made it home. We jumped in the solar heated pool here at the house and it felt like a hot tub. We ate diner and then I headed out to the camper alone and took a 2 hour nap. Maybe we’ll try boating again tomorrow, who knows? For now, we’re safe, warm and dry. And I’m still on vacation and that’s a good thing.