Tuesday, October 26, 2010

He's Not Just A Hunter.




Mr. Moon is going to go fishing at the Sebastian Inlet tonight.
Late tonight.
It's all about the tide flow, babies. Do not ask me. I don't understand. Why the hell would fish have more of a tendency to bite if the tide is flowing this way rather than that?

Mr. Moon loves the Sebastian Inlet. It is a premiere fishing spot as well as a surfing spot. It's a man-made inlet and when I was a kid, there was no bridge over it and the fishing jetties were slippery big old rocks that scared the holy hell out of me and I didn't like it then and I do not like it now although it has been tamed in a manner of speaking. I was there the day they cut the ribbon on the bridge. I remember it. Sort of. I was about nine. And if you want to read a history of man's folly as pertains to trying to carve out nature in his own design, check this out.
Holy shit.

But, like I said, Mr. Moon loves the place and he has bait and he has tackle and he has a pole and he has a funny thing to put on his head to light up the night. Or at least the part right where he looks. Right now he's taking a little nap before he goes.
So. I'll be going to bed, he'll be going to fish.

He better not get himself killed. That's all I have to say.

Sweet dreams, y'all. Or...good luck fishing.
Whatever.

Love...Ms. Moon

11 comments:

  1. I will be fishing for a few good dreams with you MM :)

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  2. After reading this post's title and then slowly scrolling, I thought FOR SURE there'd be a photo of your man's feet being pedicured.
    No joke, the area that you are in right now is where Hubs would love to live. This past summer he had the boys there surfing.
    Yes, Vero is full of super wealthy, isn't it? I am relating more than you know to your stories of your bittersweet youth in a small Florida town that has grown.

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  3. oh, bait. i wish i had some right now. and i wish i was going fishing on mawmaw's creek. although i must tip my hat to mr moon. when i would fish at night i would have to hold a flashlight to see where i was fishing. i never thought to put something on my head. then again, i was holding a cane pole, so i didn't really need both hands to fish anyway. i sure would get thirsty for my beer though......

    love,
    daddyb

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  4. Fishing...I don't know a damn thing about it but apparently that is the place to be if Mr. Moon is willing to give up sleep to go.

    Guess we know what you will be having for supper tomorrow.

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  5. Mr. Moon really needs to be living in Alaska! This all seems so normal to me. :)

    Headlamps ... ah, yes. Those things kept me sane, as I would use one to go skiing and snowshoeing in the dark when I lived near the Arctic Circle - so, you know we didn't get much daylight in winter but I still had to be outside so my dog and I would head out with headlamp after work (though not if colder than 45 degrees below zero Fahrenheit). Though even better was with enough moonlight to reflect off the snow, no need for headlamp. Magical echoes off the snow, with the swish-swish of skis.

    My other favorite memory of headlamps is after Hurricane Gustav. We had evacuated and I was fresh from surgery, but I had to get home, so I sort of snuck in before we were supposed to, and lived for a good week without electricity. A Red Cross worker friend came to stay with me in my sweltering apartment and a med student friend down the road who refused to evacuate would come spend time with us. No electricity, but I could still cook! And we would dine together every evening on my porch in eerie silence as people gradually came back and removed the boards from their windows and we shared evac stories. I used my headlamp to get all around, and I was horrible about glaring straight in my friends' eyes whenever they'd speak. Med student friend finally just took it off my head - but I just found it in a bin, and it will go with me to Liberia, where electricity is also in short supply.

    Please tell Mr. Moon his headlamp has sparked such fond memories in me!

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  6. Please do tell Mr Moon to be careful where he dangles his bait.

    All the best, Boonie

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  7. Good to see he's using the red lights, that's good for your night vision.
    Think about when you want to eat, really are hungry to eat; it's specific. Now think about a hot humid day, just after jogging a couple miles, and a neighbor says, "hey, want to sit in the dirty sandy driveway and have some room-temp shepherds pie? I've slathered it in mayonnaise!

    Fishing at the right time is crucial too. Plus, it makes us think we have skill and strategy.

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  8. He looks sort of like a deranged miner. :-) Or maybe a laser light super hero... I'm not sure.

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  9. I hope he didn't get hisself kilt.

    Good morning, lovely woman!

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  10. That's what it comes down to. Either you really enjoy fishing at all the odd times you HAVE to go or you just don't like fishing and buy your fish at a market. Yep. I am not a fisherwomen.

    Best of luck fishing though!

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  11. The tide is important for so many reasons and one of them is the mystery of fish. I fish on the falling tide for redfish. They move off the marshes and begin to feed on shrimp and small fish that also move off the marsh surface. I totally understand the pull of the tides in so many ways.

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