Usually while we are at home visiting my family, Justin and I relax by the pool, run a few times, eat obscene amounts of home-cooked food, and just generally hang out with my family.
This trip, Chuck suggested getting up with the sun and doing a little
fishing at the Shinnecock Inlet. (Read about the Shinnecock Inlet here). The sun decided to sleep in, but the
three of us were up and out on the rocks nice and early.
There were about 20 other fishermen (and fisherwomen :) out there along with us. I didn't see a single catch all morning!
I still enjoyed being on the water and casting out a fishing pole a few
times. As kids, my aunt and uncle would take the four of us kids out on
boat trips around the Long Island waters for a few weeks at a time. I have many memories of riding out the choppy waves of the Shinnecock Inlet. It was fun to go back
for a visit.
The commercial fishing boats seemed to have more luck catching fish out on the open ocean, as indicated by the flock of seagulls surrounding the boat.
Justin pulled in this little guy all tangled up in another fishing line. Chuck and Justin did their best to cut him free and help him live, but I don't think they found him in time.