It is inevitable that when you go someplace with vast ocean all around, men will want to go fishing. Dad chartered a boat and all the men got up during the pre-dawn hours, took their dramamine, slathered on their sunscreen, and headed out for what they hoped would be a fun filled day of fishing, beer drinking and male bonding. As I was not there for the all male deep sea fishing trip, I will share the story told to me by Jim.
It was a beautiful and warm morning in the Cabo marina and despite having been up very early, Dad, Andy, Will and Jim were in good spirits. They clambered aboard their trusty, chartered vessel and headed into the Pacific. Will was looking a little pale, but that was mostly because of his very thick sunscreen.
The boat crew were cheerful and helpful and seemed competent, if a little crusty.
In the East, a beautiful sunrise and the hulking figure of a gigantic new cruise ship (maybe the Disney Cruise!!???). All was well. The men breathed in the beauty of the morning and felt the rolling ocean beneath them.
A fishing ship was beset by seagulls.
And then, about 8 miles out, things got a little choppy.
Suddenly, it wasn't just the sea that was rolling. Jim realized that he was going to toss his cookies...imminently. So he headed down below to vomit into the boat toilet, which had recently been filled by the urine of the captain and left unflushed. Obviously, Jim would have preferred not to vomit into someone else's urine, so he flushed the toilet using a pedal system. This only resulted in all of the urine flying out of the toilet and into Jim's face...which also unleashed the contents of his stomach. Looking and feeling like a wet noodle, Jim decided to lie down in the bottom of the boat, which even I know you're not supposed to do when you are sea sick.
Above deck, things were not going so well for Will, who also was feeling a bit unsettled by the rough seas. Because the toilet was now clogged with Jim's vomit, Will was forced to throw up over the side of the boat.
In the midst of his misery, he got a bite! There was no option but to stop throwing up and reel in the fish.
The fish fought a good fight, tugging and pulling down and back, jumping out of the water in a desperate attempt to free itself from the hook.
But in the end, the men won and Will caught a 10 foot Marlin, which he threw back into the sea (because Will isn't really the type to put his fish on the wall of his house).
After all the excitement, he went back to throwing up. Who could blame him, really?
Down below, Jim missed the other highlight of the fishing trip when a humpback whale jumped out of the water. Poor Jim.
Spared the horrors of sea sickness, Andy and Dad remained happy throughout (but still didn't want to eat their Mexican lunches).
It was with great relief, that they decided to end their fishing adventures early and head back to the marina, where they were greeted by many a pelican.
Back at the homestead, having recovered from his rough morning and taken a shower, Jim fascinated us all with his woeful tale of fishing. I sure am glad I didn't go!
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