South Padre Island

We are back from our weekend trip down to South Padre Island, where we went to do some deep sea fishing. The whole weekend was a blast besides coming down with a full blown cold.

When I posted about leaving town we were already on the road. We left Austin on Friday around 6PM and arrived in South Padre around 2AM. By the time we got everything unpacked and settled in, it was closer to 3AM and we had to be at the boat by 7AM.

When I laid down for our little nap, I noticed my throat was feeling a little raw. By the time I woke up it felt 10 times worse and know my sinuses joined in on the fun. I thought for sure it was the hotel room. The place smelled like one big moldy dish towel. Part of me was wishing it would get better after leaving the room. It didn’t, but…it was considerate enough to not get worse until after we were done fishing.

I don’t fish very often and I don’t think I’ve caught anything…ever. But I went into our little trip wanting to catch a shark. I was obsessed with the idea of catching one and clubbing it to death…with a wiffle bat. Not sure where this idea came from but the image I have in my head is a funny one. Close your eyes and imagine it. It would take you days maybe even weeks, assuming the shark you caught evolved quickly enough to breathe outside of water, and that’s only if it didn’t managed to gnaw off a limb. That’s probably one of those thoughts I should have kept to myself. hmmmm. eh. Moving along.

We left the dock sometime around around 7:30. We traveled some two hours before we dropped our lines for the first time. Right away, two guys on the boat managed to pull in some nice sized kingfish. After that catch, we went awhile and no one caught anything. When the spot had no activity for awhile the captain would move to another one. We repeated this all day long. Sharon was the first one in our group to catch something, another kingfish. Shortly after, Alev caught her fish. In helping her reel it in I tripped over the anchor and fell on my ass, felt so awesome. It was getting late in the day, Eric and I hadn’t manage to catch anything. But in a moment of staring into space my line got a bite!! Just getting the bite would have made my trip. That felt like progress after not having one all day. I reeled it in pretty easily, except there were a few times I thought I lost it. I pulled in another kingfish. At the end of the day, Eric didn’t manage to get any bites. I think he was a little bummed about it. He didn’t have a full day of fishing though. He and I ate some pretty shady breakfast tacos before getting on the boat. As we headed out to sea he started getting sea sickness. He slept it off, but missed a good portion of the trip.

A classic picture of Sharon with her catch.

I’m holding up Alev and I’s catch. I had the biggest catch of the day. Woo Hoo!

We got the charter place to clean the fish and cut into filets. After wards, we took some of the filets to a local restaurant to get cooked up. We had it fried and blackened. The blackened was by far the best, the best blackened fish I’ve had in a long time. Big props to the chef at Amberjacks.

The whole trip was awesome. I wish it would have been longer and we could have done some more fishing. But I guess it worked out just right. By Saturday night I was in full blown head cold mode. When I woke up on Sunday, I could have used my phlem to paint a nice glow in the dark painting for myself.

Yeah, you read that right. That’s how I roll.

Good Times!

Wheeee, I have finally caught a freakin’ fish! I think I’m ready to start fishing in some tournaments. I’m that effin good. One fish, a big ass one at that, in 28 years! Beat that you professional douches.

Sir Robbie Rob the “Bad ass fisherman” is out. Peace.