Fishing Among ‘Mountains’

At 4 a.m. one Friday morning, I woke up to my alarm. My truck was loaded, so I quickly and quietly gathered a few last-minute things and headed for the beach. I was hoping to fish with someone, but everybody was busy so I was on a solo mission.

I arrived at the beach by 4:45 a.m. Mist was heavy in the air. I knew there was a swell coming in, but I wasn’t sure how big it would be. When I saw the mist, I could tell it was going to be big.

I got down to the launch spot. High waves were washing up, and some people were hanging out in the dark. I watched the seas for a while and didn’t feel comfortable going out. I aborted the mission and decided to head to the other side of the island where the swell wasn’t hitting.

Five minutes into the drive, I talked myself out of it and decided to just head home. I got back home and went right back to bed. I slept for a couple of hours and woke up at around 8:30 a.m., feeling bummed that I’d missed