{"id":461,"date":"2010-04-26T17:45:59","date_gmt":"2010-04-26T22:45:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/?p=461"},"modified":"2010-04-29T16:53:32","modified_gmt":"2010-04-29T21:53:32","slug":"galveston-trip-on-sunday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/?p=461","title":{"rendered":"Galveston trip on Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"

Linda and I went down to Galveston on Sunday.\u00a0 It was a beautiful day and we thought we needed to be outside.\u00a0 We packed our cooler, fishing gear and reading material and headed south in the convertible.\u00a0 There was plenty of traffic, apparently we weren’t the only ones who noticed it was a nice day and decided we should be out and about. We finally found a place to park along the seawall and carried our sundries and equipment out onto one of the jetties.\u00a0 We had to settle for a spot in coach because all the first class spots were filled.\u00a0 Linda read her book and I drowned my already dead and frozen shrimp, but there was a strong breeze, the sun was out and it was around 80. \"rgroin\"<\/a> We were good.<\/p>\n

At one point Linda went pack to the car, while she had the trunk open, a car load of, shall we say, \u201cmorally deficient young people\u201d hurled packets of BBQ sauce at said wife and open trunk.\u00a0 They exploded spattering everything including Linda.\u00a0 They didn\u2019t even have the decency to use Sonny\u2019s.\u00a0 I of course was oblivious as I focused on dragging my shrimp across the bottom at exactly the right speed.\u00a0 This was also the time that the first class fisherman were packing up.\u00a0 I was eyeing their spots with greed and anticipation.\u00a0 I had not caught a fish yet, they caught plenty.<\/p>\n

As they walked past me vacating their position at the tip of the jetty, I handed my pole to two little kids who were walking on the jetty with their moms.\u00a0 I proceeded to try and gather our belongings and move to the most covetted position on the rocks.\u00a0 Where was Linda when I needed her?\u00a0 (in a bathroom with her shorts pressed up against a hand dryer).\u00a0 As I arranged my chair and dead shrimp, excitement erupts around my previously uninspired fishing pole.\u00a0 Mom and kids are reeling in \u201cmy\u201d first catch of the day.\u00a0 I actually thought it was great, I used to have fantasies like that when I was a kid at the beach.\u00a0 The only problem was, remember I said there were two<\/em> kids?\u00a0 Well one of them had caught a fish and now the other one really really really wanted to catch a fish.\u00a0 My prime spot was just waiting for me, all I needed was my pole . . . . wait!\u00a0 is that my chair?\u00a0 It had blown over and was headed for the water like one of those newborn turtles.<\/p>\n

\"shovelhead\"<\/a>The moms decided it was time to leave, now<\/em> they give me my pole.\u00a0 I got to the chair before it\u2019s final swansong, threw out my line and pinned the chair to the rocks with my substantial girth.\u00a0 Just then, I hooked one.\u00a0 I looked back and Linda was walking towards me.\u00a0 I was so excited about not losing the chair and catching my own fish I failed to recognize the recently applied giraffe pattern on her shorts.\u00a0 She let me have my moment then told me about her adventure.<\/p>\n

Now more people came to fish MY jetty but I was the alpha fisherman.\u00a0 I was pulling them in and they were the ones with greed in their eyes.\u00a0 Then I got a subtle but strong tug on the line, I yanked up fiercely.\u00a0 I was pulling it in, it was strong but not a lot of fight.\u00a0 My rod was bent over, everyone was watching.\u00a0 \u201cI think it\u2019s a stingray\u201d I said to my wife.\u00a0 I pulled it to the surface.\u00a0 It was\u00a0 . . . .?\u00a0 A kite.\u00a0 My alpha status took a little hit.\u00a0 Later, I would quiet the snickers when I hauled in a Shovelhead Shark, they look a little like hammerheads but aren’t nearly as mean.\u00a0 This one was only about 2.5 ft long but hey, it was a shark.\u00a0 It was getting dark.\u00a0 My work here was done.<\/p>\n

We packed up (leaving the trunk open as little as possible), put the top down and drove home after the customary stop at Taco Cabana.\u00a0 All in all it was a really good day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Linda and I went down to Galveston on Sunday. It was a beautiful day and we thought we needed to be outside. We packed our cooler, fishing gear and reading material and headed south in the convertible. There was plenty of traffic, apparently we weren’t the only ones who noticed it was a nice day […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[26,27],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/461"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=461"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/461\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":477,"href":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/461\/revisions\/477"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=461"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=461"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thechristys.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=461"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}