We have a special ritual every year on this day. It's the day for us to go fishing, Myself, daughter and the kids. This particular year the weather was just fantastic and like every other year, there are only a very few boats on the water. In Miami that's amazing, I figure all the guys are stuck home with their wives or taking their moms out to eat. That's why this is the perfect day to be on the water.
My daughter, Monica hadn't yet caught her big dolphin, it seems that both my children have this list, the fish they want to catch, they check it off one at a time. The list will get shorter for Monica this year. It seems like we were trolling for quite awhile, couldn't get out early, the 3 kids are hard to wake up and get ready, but they love it. Anyway, time passed and now lunch time was approaching, I stopped the boat so we could grab something to eat, the trolling lines behind us slack. Monica picked up a piece of cold fried chicken and without even taking her first bite the rod started screaming. Monica still had the piece of chicken in her mouth when she grabbed the rod. The line was still peeling off, I went ahead and pulled in the other line and Monica screamed for the fishing belt. I wrapped it around her and she placed the butt of the rod in. Had to take the chicken out of her mouth too.
Really couldn't tell what we had caught yet, but then a jump and we saw a pretty good sized dolphin. The fight was on, for some odd reason Monica thought she was bringing this fish in quickly. She said "Mom get the gaff", I laughed and said you have some time before we need that. Nearly an hour had passed and Monica was exhausted, finally the fish near the boat, I pulled it in the boat. Monica was so full of excitement for this was her biggest dolphin. Check that off the list.
The dolphin landed on the boat and as you know they bleed like crazy. The kids in the meantime were watching the whole event. The fish jumping around the back of the boat, while I am doing everything I can to get it under control I get slapped by its tail right on the inside of my thigh, ouch! Suddenly Max the youngest one starts crying, and Sam the older, starts to get sick. It never donned on us that the sight of all that blood would bother the kids. Sorry, about that guys.
We caught a few more fish but nothing as memorable as our Mother's Day catch. Till next year.
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