Mother's Day

After another Saturday of crossing things off of our to-do list, we did what all people do on Mother's Day. We took Mom fishing.

Mom, Dad, my fiancee, Kelly, Paulie and I left the dock a couple of hours before low tide. Spinning the boat around a tight corner again is like swinging a bat after a long winter. Its a familiar feeling, but its a little uncomfortable.

The air was cool, but the sun was warm. The wind was singing out of the northeast as we powered up and headed past Deer Island. 4-5 foot waves greeted us as we approached Little Faun Bar. We waited long enough to wet our line. After reversing course and cruising into the Deer Island Flats, we dropped anchor (manually).

My boy, Peter Santini, from Fishing Finatics hooked me up with a flat of seaworms. We found a muddy patch and set up shop. It wasn't long before Kelly said, "um, I think I've got something." The little blackback came to the top. He was too small to take home and lived to fight another day, but we knew we would soon be into some fish. My dad hooked in next and into the first keeper. He also got the "High Hook" with a 21 inch, 3 1/2 pound flattie. Kelly answered back with one of her own. Mom and I were still wading through skate (a delicacy in some places). However, we each found the first and second striper of the season.

After dragging the anchor a little bit, re-setting and dropping back again, we ended up with a nice little haul for the first trip of the season. Paulie was happy to learn we were heading back towards land.

The gentle east wind and my Dad guided us back into our slip at Admirals Hill Marina. After securing the boat and the dog, we fileted the fish, shared some recipes and Kelly tried to be humble.

It was a great Mother's Day. We were glad to sneak in a day on the water when most people were still stuck in the boatyard.