Fourth of July

Went out to Mary and Jason's boat for the fourth. Perfectly sunny beautiful San Diego day. Their little grandaughter was out for the summer. Her name's Taylor but they call her Bug. Wee Bug was taking some sailing classes at Mission Bay. Apparently, she's an excellent student. As we were sitting about enjoying the day...she proceeded to tie up a hook on the fishing pole.

She went on to tell us how we needed to get some muscles from off the dock to bait her hook, then crunch up the remaining shell and toss it in the water so all the fish smell dinner being served. She hooked up two faster than I could say Barrett Fish Fry.

On her third try she landed the lunker. Her pole bent like a candy cane as she was nearly pulled from the dock. The big ole fish was taking line like nothing. There stood Bug holding steady patiently waiting for the big fish to dishearten. Line was wizzing out the reel as I stood watching the scene unfold. Fearing tanglement in the nearby boats, Jason jumped to Bug's side. Jason cranked down on the line's drag and ..... snip ... that big lunker severed the line, swimming on to freedom. In the ensuing silence I could read the look on Bug's face....'did I ask for anyone's help?'



Like a good Daddy, I paddled jr about the marina...