Once in my life I have been deep sea fishing.I ain't going back.Panama City,Florida back in 1972 so I would have been 20 at the time.
Really I just wanted to go along for the ride,fishing wasn't the most important thing on my mind.A friend had just bought a brand new sparkling 72 Chevrolet Monte Carlo.Yellow with green vinyl top.
Off we went and ended up in PC.
Morning came and leaving the hotel we had breakfast.Mistake number 1.Greasy eggs,sausage and grits.Things where let's say stormy that morn.A boat had been chartered but because hurricane warnings were in effect the Captain he gave our money back saying he wasn't that brave.Smartest man I had met that day.
So we found another boat,one of those big ones that had 30 or so folks that didn't have any better sense than we did and off into the Atlantic ocean we went.Mistake number 2.
Long as land could be seen I was fine,no problem.A little further out we passed a huge old rusty ship that was bobbing up and down like one of those little balls on the end of your cane fishing pole when a fish was nibbling on your bait.That should have been a warning if I was smart.
That little charted fishing boat would rise up and down like it was on a see saw.When the back end where we ended up it came down it sounded like the boat was hitting cement.
There was a canteen on the boat.Mistake number 3.The smell of greasy fried food combined with the up down motion of the boat well is what you call SEA SICK.
It was awful.Shoot me I thought.Can't take much of this.Dry heaves.I'm dying.My friend later said he seen people turn green.
The guy doing the cooking said he knew he was going to Hell when he died but least he didn't get SEA SICK.
That boat stayed out in the ocean for 8 full agonizing awful hours.No body fished.
The boat ride from Hell as I refer to it.
Now telling my boss of the time this story he said the perfect cure for being SEA SICK is to eat soda crackers while sitting under a Palm tree.
Smart man.That's why he was the boss.
Really I just wanted to go along for the ride,fishing wasn't the most important thing on my mind.A friend had just bought a brand new sparkling 72 Chevrolet Monte Carlo.Yellow with green vinyl top.
Off we went and ended up in PC.
Morning came and leaving the hotel we had breakfast.Mistake number 1.Greasy eggs,sausage and grits.Things where let's say stormy that morn.A boat had been chartered but because hurricane warnings were in effect the Captain he gave our money back saying he wasn't that brave.Smartest man I had met that day.
So we found another boat,one of those big ones that had 30 or so folks that didn't have any better sense than we did and off into the Atlantic ocean we went.Mistake number 2.
Long as land could be seen I was fine,no problem.A little further out we passed a huge old rusty ship that was bobbing up and down like one of those little balls on the end of your cane fishing pole when a fish was nibbling on your bait.That should have been a warning if I was smart.
That little charted fishing boat would rise up and down like it was on a see saw.When the back end where we ended up it came down it sounded like the boat was hitting cement.
There was a canteen on the boat.Mistake number 3.The smell of greasy fried food combined with the up down motion of the boat well is what you call SEA SICK.
It was awful.Shoot me I thought.Can't take much of this.Dry heaves.I'm dying.My friend later said he seen people turn green.
The guy doing the cooking said he knew he was going to Hell when he died but least he didn't get SEA SICK.
That boat stayed out in the ocean for 8 full agonizing awful hours.No body fished.
The boat ride from Hell as I refer to it.
Now telling my boss of the time this story he said the perfect cure for being SEA SICK is to eat soda crackers while sitting under a Palm tree.
Smart man.That's why he was the boss.
