Although this weekend sees Mother's Day, I was thinking of Dad this morning and how after he retired he took up fishing. He lived on a hill overlooking Mission Bay in San Diego and would daily drive his Ford pickup down to the bay. Once there he would pump up his daily limit of 50 ghost shrimp and then set up two rods to catch some fish. He would sit back, smoke his Marlboro cigarettes, and wait for a bite. Life was good.
Pumping up some ghost shrimp
A box of ghost shrimp
Sometimes other things, like innkeeper worms, would also show up
Granddaughter Kim helping carry the ghost shrimp
A nice spotfin croaker he caught one day
He would fish several different islands in Mission Bay
A nice shovelnose guitarfish he caught one day
Although he preferred fishing the bay he would sometimes head over to the beach at Pacific Beach to try his luck — with grandson Michael
His old Ford pickup
Pumping up some ghost shrimp
A box of ghost shrimp
Sometimes other things, like innkeeper worms, would also show up
Granddaughter Kim helping carry the ghost shrimp
A nice spotfin croaker he caught one day
He would fish several different islands in Mission Bay
A nice shovelnose guitarfish he caught one day
Although he preferred fishing the bay he would sometimes head over to the beach at Pacific Beach to try his luck — with grandson Michael
His old Ford pickup
