It has been more than 30 years since I’ve been fishing with my brother. That would put us at about 21 and 34. My brother just celebrated his 64th birthday last week. We’ve been trying to connect with each other when I’ve come to Ohio or he comes to/through North Carolina; however, he’s a busy and and, seemingly, so am I. The last time we attempted to connect was a couple of weeks ago when I was in Texas. He didn’t know that I was there, so he called, asked could he stop by my house on his way to South Carolina. No dice! I was in Dallas. I asked him if he’d be in town the next weekend because I was coming up that he. He agreed that he would, so I asked about fishing. We arranged.
Vanessa and I headed up to Ohio on Saturday morning, got there Saturday evening. On Monday morning, we got up at 4:00 AM, met my brother at his house at around 4:45 AM, and headed for Marblehead, OH, about 90 minutes away. When we were younger we would rent a boat and do it ourselves, so to speak. We’d bring the rods, reels, tackle, bait, etc, rent the boat, and head out. Now that we are older, we charter. We paid our money, grabbed the fishing poles, got on the boat. The bait was supplied as well as the captain. All told, there were about 12 people fishing, including my brother Fred, Vanessa, and myself.
We headed out around 7:30, reached the first fishing spot around 8:30, and started fishing in earnest. I was the first one to catch a fish in our group. Naturally, I had to start talking trash. It’s what I do, people! Eventually, I had amassed a lead, perhaps somewhere between 5 and 7 fish. Vanessa and Fred were pitching a goose egg! That just egged me on. More trash! Soon, though, Fred started bringing them in 2 at a time. We had perch rigs on our line, allowing us to bring in up to two at a time. I was still bringing in one at a time, Fred 2 pretty consistently. Vanessa had started bringing in a fish or two, herself. After a few rounds of Fred brining in ‘doubles’, suddenly, my numbers inflated. “It’s a good thing that I’ve already caught about 15, or I’d be scared”. Well, what could I say – when on the lake, you tell fish stories. After a few more doubles, my numbers went to 30. You know, I was ‘approximating’. My brother said that he wants me to ‘cook’ is books for a business so that he can make a lot of money, given my considerable skills with math.
We had a great time reconnecting with Lake Erie, and each other. When we returned to the dock at 3:00, everyone was tired and a little stiff. We took our haul off of the boat, 28 pounds of tasty fish. We had them cleaned and filleted. When we got back to Akron, I took a bag, gave it to my sister, and she cooked them up while Vanessa and I went to get a shower. We were smelling a bit ‘fishy’. My brother, meanwhile, decided that a shower and sleep sounded better, so that’s what he did. V and I got back to Earlene’s house, ate fish, talked, and had a good time.