Fish Tale

I was fortunate as a child to spend 2 weeks every summer at the home of my Grandparents. Our family would pack up the car, 4 kids and a dog and make the 2 hour drive from our home in New Jersey to the shores of Long Island. Our days would be spent at the ocean, running up and down the enormous dunes. Some days were spent poolside at home. My job in the early morning was to skim off whatever debris had landed in the pool overnight. The net I used was enormous in comparison with my 8 year old body. Its long pole unwieldy as I attempted to scoop the leaves from the water. I can remember the quiet of those mornings, the stillness of the water of the bay that surrounded the house. The excitement at finally getting that last leaf out of the pool, and running to the house to announce we were ready to go!

My grandfather owned a boat, so we usually would go out fishing with my Uncles at least once during our stay.

Fishing with my sister
Fishing with my sister

My Uncles would always put the bait on the line for us, and cast off, and when we felt a tug we knew to give a yell so they could help us reel in whatever had taken a bite. Usually it was a blowfish, or puffer fish, a small round fish weighing less than a pound. When caught they puff themselves up into a balloon shape. We would always throw them back. Sometimes we’d get a Rock Lobster, also to be thrown back. Then one day I felt a pretty strong tug on the line. I started to try to reel in whatever it was, but was having a hard time. My Uncle came to help and I remember the look on his face, it wasn’t so easy for him either. Whatever was on the other end of the line was putting up a good fight. Amazingly, as the fish broke the water, he realized it was a Blue Fish. I remember my Uncles, Grandfather & Father cheering, and saying Grandma would be happy when we got home as there was tonight’s dinner. Truth be told, I didn’t partake in dinner that night. My 8 year old self was a bit overwhelmed by all the commotion over my catch, and I felt a little bad for that fish. I recently came across this photo which reminded me of that eventful day, and some wonderful summer memories.


24 thoughts on “Fish Tale

  1. I enjoy to reminisce too. Your reminisces take me back to 1953/55, spent in Germany. Where as a 9 year old, along with friends, I fished for sticklebacks. They being no comparison in size to the whopper you caught, but happy days non the less. Many thanks for invoking happy memories from my past, and yes indeed, I so much enjoyed reading yours. Take care, best wishes, Mick


      • The truth is though I have far more bad memories than good ones from that era, boarding school being one of the worse. Pleased you found my blog header interesting, thank you.


      • Take the rough with the smooth now. As for the Collard Doves, haven’t seen them in the garden, (let alone on the bird table), for months? Not even the Woodpigeons, and the House sparrows for a week now. Somethings going as they were all everyday visitors? On the bright side I am seeing a robin on a daily bases, and the occasional blackbird, keeps a smile on my face. Have a great weekend, Mick

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  2. Wow. Great memories! I got to spend a week on grandma and grandpa’s farm every summer. We did fun stuff too…sort of like you only the rural version. No pictures though, but I remember it all.

    That was one huge fish! But I’m like you, it would be hard to eat it.


  3. Love this Lisa!! Some memories we carry are just so incredibly precious to us. I have these too. Mine were on an inland lake. That’s a huge fish you are holding! Love the woody boat, beautiful boat. I have a serious love affair with boats, growing up on the lake and doing so much boating as a kid. We are kindred!

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