Ladies do fish too folks! Good friend and fisherwoman Kimberly Kimball joined us one sweet summer for a vacation in southern Florida, the Florida Keys. She was as usual, great fun and good company. One of her hobbies is fishing so this trip was right up her alley.
Although we originally headed to the Keys to get a bit of fishing in, we decided to go to Fort Lauderdale where the fishing excursions were cheaper. We met up with the jolly crew of fishermen at Fishing Headquarters. We had hired them a few times in the past and came up with more than a few fish. I was fully prepared for this round of fishing as my last outing was a seasickness disaster. I think you can conjure up what happened. Regrettably, I was not able to document that eventful day – when they hauled in the most fish ever! I rose up from the dead for about 10 minutes in time to see their monster HAUL.
We headed out to shore with bleak skies in tow and a bit of rough water but as it is the ocean the skies cheered up quickly and the afternoon was calm but appeared uneventful as we reeled in a few snapper, tile fish and a tuna.
Towards the end of the day we went without for about 2 hours – there is nothing worse than that when fishing!
I prayed and thankfully….the Gods of Neptune appeared to be listening! Something bit. It took about an hour to reel in. It appeared to lodge itself under the rocks and we had to back the boat up to get it out. It probably felt like pumping iron but instead we were ‘pumping’ fish. Hauling in fish can give you a pretty good workout for the forearms. Believe it or not, it was the fisherman’s first grouper as well.
I survived seasickness unscathed again with the help of a few pharmaceuticals from the night before and day of (apparently that is the routine folks to survive it unscathed).
They guys filetted the fish and we headed home well after 9pm for our eatathon. We chose to cook our catch in flavorful Jamaican style escovitch complete with hot peppers and artery clogging hard dough bread.
However, we were not fortunate to feast on the main catch, the grouper, as it had to sit on a bed of ice in the cooler for a few days so the meat could ‘settle’ down.
At least when we left the next day, we headed for Alberta with a few good memories for the next round of fishing on the Rocks!