As I'm going through this little life journey here, I've been trying to take every opportunity I can to learn about my food. That's why I was stoked to finally go along on one of my father's regular fishing trips this winter!
My father- you know, Daddy- has been fishing in Texas with the same guide since 1982. He fishes all year round, many times a year, on different types boats, in all kinds of weather conditions and water depths, and even wading in a marsh for 8 hours at a time. This year he asked if I wanted to come along for a week, and I think he was expecting me to give the usual answer ("Why would I want to do that??). Let me remind you: I'm a city girl. I had never touched a live fish before. I had never been on a boat that wasn't a dinner cruise or a yacht with bottle service. So I said yes!
We spent four full days with our guide Danny, who has been guide fishing since he was a teenager and is so in touch with fish that he seems to be in direct communication with them. Danny would say, "We are going to find Drum fish in this spot for 25 minutes", and instantly we'd be catching Drum fish one after another for exactly 25 minutes. Then they'd suddenly stop biting, just as he predicted, and we'd move onto the next spot. Seriously.
Danny kept calling me a "city slicker" because I did things like wear legwarmers and designer sunglasses and matching outfits on the boat each day, but he stopped using that nickname once I started catching some serious fish... I caught the biggest fish of the week, a Drum which had to be thrown back because it was oversized!