We go fishing every now and then. My father in law has a small boat and we’ve gone out on the ocean over the years and always had fun. We usually bring home dinner as well. I’m not an expert but I know what it feels like to reel in a big one. I’ve caught some pretty big fish and yes, I do have photos to prove it.
So it’s no surprise that I own a small tackle box and a few fishing poles although I’m not exactly sure where they all came from. I have to admit that I had never really used them. Well, I might have used the tackle box but I wasn’t even sure where it was when my wife asked me if I had one. Anyway, after a quick once over my father in law stated our gear was serviceable to catch fish so I thought. LET’S GO FISHING!
I told my son we could go out on the pier at night and see what we could find. He was so excited. We gathered our gear and loaded up the car. We were going to head out to Port San Luis and see what we could catch. It’s a cool place and I was stoked we get some alone time with him. He has three sisters so it’s important we get man time every now and then.
We stopped on the way for coffee and hot chocolate. While I was there I checked for bait but there was none to be found. No worries, I had some lures and they might work so on we went. As we got closer to the pier my son asked how we were going to get the fish home. I let him know I brought a small cooler but in my own head I was doubting we’d need it.
If you have never done it before you should. For those of us that call the central coast home it doesn’t happen very often which makes it even more of a treat. This past weekend we were treated to one of the greatest light shows you will ever see. The tricky part is knowing when and where to watch it. I have a good friend that loves lightning like a fat kid loves cake. I heard rain drops falling on Saturday and rushed outside to cover my Bronco. I happen to take the top off earlier this month because there was no way it would rain and of course here comes the remains of a hurricane. Go figure. Anyway, the rain drops that were falling where big fat ones and the air was hot and humid. As I attached the last bungee cord I saw a flash in the clouds to the south. I smiled and knew George would be texting me soon. As I walked through my front door I heard my phone go off. Sure enough, it was George. He asked If I was down to go storm chasing and I answered, “Of course.” He was watching weather patterns and radar images to see when we should head out. It so hard to predict an electrical storm! The elements have to be just right and they can vanish just as fast as they start. The weather forecast said the main part of the storm cell should arrive here around 4 am. He called at midnight and said it was time to roll. With our cell phones, portable chargers and a GoPro we set out to see what we could find. The lightning had started but it was to the north and we were trying to decide which was the best direction to follow it.