My father is the definition of a fisherman. Any free time that he has, you better believe he will have a fishing rod and reel in his hands, either fly fishing in a stream or marine fishing from the beach. My dad passed this love for fishing to my brother and they have shared countless hours of quality time together engaged in the sport. After a day of fishing, I always hear their stories about the one that got away. Now it was my turn to share these memories with dad.
Thursday night (7/19) my dad and I headed up to Boston to visit my brother, grab dinner and spend the night at his apartment before our fishing day on Friday. Doug lives in Newton Highlands, Massachusetts a cute little town on the outskirts of Boston. Newton is about 50 miles south from our fishing destination of Plum Island, making it a good in between point for the night.
For dinner we stayed in town and headed to O’Hara’s, an Irish pub, where we were able to catch up with Doug and his second year of residency at Beth Israel. He is definitely busy (and tired), but I am so proud of my brother and all of his accomplishments. I am certain that Doug always puts the patients needs first and will be a successful doctor in whatever field he decides to specialize in. But for now, the long hours of being on call, even over the weekend, had Doug jealous that he couldn’t join my dad and I on our trip to Plum Island, where the weekend before he caught a 30 inch striper!
Plum Island is located right off of Newburyport, an adorable New England town on the Merrimack River. The Merrimack River empties into the Atlantic Ocean and the mouth of the river is where we began our fishing adventure. Before hitting the beach, my dad and I stopped at Surfland Bait & Tackle to pick up a dozen sea worms. Sea worms are supposedly great bait for striped bass, but are also some of the ugliest, creepy crawlers I have ever seen (not to mention they ‘bite’). Let’s just say I left baiting the hook for my dad.
We threw our first casts out around 10 a.m. After countless casts, one lost lure, and many crab eaten sea worms later, my dad got his first hit around 1 p.m. He reeled in a striper about 18 inches long with a lure. That one fish raised our moods and with high tide at 1:15 p.m. we hoped to catch a few more. Unfortunately, the rest of the afternoon was unsuccessful and we decided to call it a day around 2 p.m.
Before making the drive home, we stopped for lunch in Newburyport at a place called Agave, a Mexican bistro. I don’t know if it was the salty sea air, the long day fishing or the company, but this was some of the best Mexican food I have ever had (I had a chicken tinga burrito with a bean and corn salad that was absolutely delicious). My dad and I were able to reminisce over our lunch about the day, our visit with Doug and just catch up altogether. After being away from home for five years, my dad and I have not had much time for just the two of us. So the 24 hours that we spent on our little daddy/daughter date was so special and we were so lucky to have the time to spend together.
At the end of the day, we may not have been the most successful fishermen on the beach, but we both knew we weren’t just fishin’–we were creating memories…
(Blog title inspired by Just Fishin’ by Trace Adkins)