Later, we went to an area and started fishing for sculpin. It almost seemed that my dad and I were having some sort of
sick competition to see who could bring up the smallest fish, since every other fish that we brought up was smaller and smaller than previous ones. And so, things went on fairly well until about 11 when, despite calmer seas than anyone would have right to ask for, I succumbed to sea sickness and lost my breakfast. I even had to hand my pole (with a fish on the line) to my dad so that I could spend a few minutes in dry heaves. It was only then that I remembered being sick the last time that the three of us went fishing.Ultimately, I lost all heart for fishing and just focussed on not inverting my esophagus amid dry heaves. Yes, this is real quality time. At the end of the day, we brought home 15 sculpin and 1 baracuda. Once filleted, it amounted to a somewhat pathetic quantity of meat, of which I got half; my brother abdicated his share since he never actually cought any fish of legal size. We could have gotten more fish if we bought salmon for $18 per pound at Ralph's. But then, I wouldn't have anything to write about and I wouldn't be able to say that I've now been hit in the head with two fish in one day.
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