Sunrises and Funerals

Saturday morning my wife and I got up and went to the beach way before sunrise. The pompano bite has been great and I needed to pray to God and to our Mother Earth.
It's been a very tough couple of weeks.

 " One way or another the darkness has got to give"

As the sun rose the ocean started to come alive with activity. Birds were diving and the bait fish started milling around. When the small fish show up the bigger fish will follow.
I walked to the waters edge and prayed that God will put his hand on to my brother and guide his soul to a better place with no pain or discomfort. I also thanked my Mother Earth for being so beautiful and caring for those who care for her.

"Morning dreams, here comes the sun"

The bite turned on and we caught a few. The first one was smallish but legal at 13 inches and about 1 1/2 pounds. The first one always brings a smile to my face. The ice was broken.

"Here comes sunshine"

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People were starting to show up. The Yoga master was stretching and doing his meditations. The joggers and shell and glass collectors were there too. The early birds. The poles were starting to bend. Anita caught the next one a solid 2 pounder. The dinner table was starting to look good to us.

 "Standing on the beach, the sun will part before me"

It was getting close to 9am and I had to go down south for a funeral in the early afternoon. I was just telling Anita it was time to wrap it up and Bam...Bam  two poles doubled over. We hooked into 2 female fatties. One was 19.5 inches and a solid 4 pounds and the second one did not even know it was hooked until she was within 15 feet of the beach. She was mad. She jumped, skipped and fought for her life. I finally pulled her in with the next wave and she measured 23 inches and weighed 5.4 pounds. Both of the females were full of roe and I know what I will be putting in the smoker on Sunday.

"Thank you, for a real good time"

Cleaned my fish (never filet a pompano) and cleaned myself up too. I do not go to too many funerals but this one I had to go to. My oldest brother Bob died on March 7th. 

Cancer finally took him. He battled it for a couple of years, each time beating it but it seemed to always come back stronger and worse. I had lost touch with him on and off over the years but I am very happy to say I did get back into his life and made peace with each other.

He was only 62 years old. Way too young.

There was a very large gathering for him and everyone had the kindest things to say about him. He was a big man but had even a bigger heart.

Robert Donald Hessing I will miss you and will always love you. May you Rest In Peace.

What shall we say, shall we call it by a name,
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
And the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak but stand inside the rain,
And listen to the thunder shouting I am! I am! I am! I am

Fuck Cancer,

Tim