Rock Fishing Outing



Predicted tide conditions on Saturday call for nothing other than a fishing party. I dial up my friend Sof. C calls up his manfriend and diving partner G who knows a super secret rock fishing spot. Everything seems perfect except C is not confident of one critical matter- the tall task of getting 2 Korean girls up and out so early in the morning. G, expert in such and many other matters, said that was no problem. The night of, you can just put the girls in the back of the Honda. Just throw a blanket over 'em and they'll chat until they fall asleep. Indeed.



Morning comes, and my foggy head imagines that C is frying up tater tots so I eagerly hop out of bed. Fool I was; crackling sizzling sounds were just a coffeee thermos being washed. We didn''t have any ketchup in the house anyhow. After much futzing, we finally make it out of the house to pickup G at 8:15am. Disastrously pig blood sausages and fish cake rolls had been left behind in a forgotten corner and hence we drove back home- Sof and I were adamant we could not have a picnic without them.



How to explain reaching the perilous patch of rock on the shore we barely found. The sheer rigor of climbing down the cliffs, fair amoung of bushwhacking- Sof and I were utterly unprepared; the poor gal had Tevas without socks for a path creeping with poison oak bramble, blackberries, thistle and other thorny beasts. She would murmur repeatedly- "Oh adventure so adventure." Originally we imagined we would leisurely stroll along munching our biscuits, but one needs both hands for such terrain. We eat the scent of sage brushes and wild dill- although we cannot taste the sea on our tongues.



Once landed on the rocks, we lay down the picnic blanket. G and C get busy casting, unsnagging, casting. I didn't bother with my rod as I am strictly here to do nothing on my R&R program. Still I am tasked with guarding our catch against a sea lion scoping us out. Our booty is a few greenlings, the weird ass monkey face fish, and surf perch- all strung on a nylon string spinning on the surface of the water.



Sof is the world's most laid back Korean- also wanjun sweetie pie and total teenager. She is obsessed with boys, romance and sex. Now that she will start reading these pages, I am obligated to put more Nerve content on here. After a chat, she casually asks me if I have any fantasies. She is so sincere and JOJ that one cannot be offended. But I tell her they are only for my lover. She is seriously chomping down on a big bag of chrysalis. Because it is illegal in America to sell bugs for eating, Koreans have labeled the snack as "Fish Feed" to bypass import restrictions. The bag has a happy cartoon family- mom, dad, and son all snacking away enthusiastically. Everyonelse, including me, has politely declined to join her. She insists that these grubs are chewy on the outside and burst of juices in the inside. Despite the testimonial, we all look at our shoes.



I sidle up to my man who has been busy catching 3 creatures fit for dinner consumption. There is nothing sexier than your man catching your meal. I tell him Sof's earlier query and answer for him "Being served a BLT with tater tots(deep fried of course), plenty ketchup, for breakfast in bed." One always wishes for what one cannot have.