I caught my first fish at age seven with my dad at my side. I'm older here, obviously.
This trip out into Monterey Bay, oh, my father was miserable.
Seasick so much.
Still, the whirr of the reel would catch his attention . . . .
I'm not sure we caught those or if we were gifted by cousins on the same trip. The conditions were raw that time, and we went out more than once.
1996?
