This past weekend Griff and I were invited to go to the coast with some friends for some fishin’, drinkin’, and just a good ol’ time. We got in Friday night, picked up the boat and headed to the house for some good friend time. We had to get up at 4:30 am on Saturday morning to go fishing. Yup, you read right, 4-30 in the am. We put the boat on the water at 7am, it was a beautiful sunrise.
This was me at 7am, having been up since 4:30 and having no idea what time we went to bed.
Griff and I were on the boat with Wes and Poppy.
Curtis and Christie were on their boat. {There was supposed to be another couple that had to back out the last minute.}
I didn’t catch anything but a buzz… and a nice tan.
Then there was this damn seagull that wanted my bait. But I’ve seen the movie Birds. I know what they are capable of and I was not havin’ it! So I jabbed him with my pole.
This day Wes is the only person on our boat that caught any fish. But it’s ok. He had a fish throw up on him and another fish poop on him. Proof God had a sense of humor. He’s looking at the throw up on him and here’s a nice picture of the throw up on the boat. Mmmmmm, tasty!
Me and my man.
We hooked up with Curtis and Christie a little later. {We were always close to each other we just actually tied up and floated a bit.}
Whoops. Who was supposed to be paying attention to the rocks while we were floating?
And I totally sucked on camera duty this weekend. I didn’t get any of us hanging out at the house or eating dinner. Just fishing on Saturday. But we have the memories! And you have my crappy camera skills. Enjoy.
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