The pic above was taken by the Divine Miss N along Shem Creek. Yes, that's just over the high bridge and an island hop. Please notice the name of the yellow boat. You just gotta love that attitude.
As we head into another weekend, this time with no particular plans and no money to particularly blow, I'll keep that yellow boat attitude in mind, and enjoy whatever opportunities and abilities I have.
It's easy to sit on the docks of the creek in awe and envy while watching the big yachts motor in and out of their slips, or come in from the sea and tie up to one of the restaurant docks for a meal. But, when you stop to think about it all and put it in perspective, just having that little yellow fishing boat on the creek and being able to take home a few fresh croaker or spot, or maybe speckled sea trout when they are running, would be sweet.
Don't get me wrong, I love being out on the open sea, and hauling up a big fish from a ledge or drop off, but those tidal creeks and backwaters that hold the secrets of the rhythms of nature, require a wealth of skill and knowledge to successfully navigate and return with a meal. There's flounder to be had, shrimp, and as with everything, in their season, oysters, blue and stone crab.
There's only one minimum requirement for a fishing boat. It floats. From there, it's what you do with it that counts. Yep, I like the attitude of that little yellow boat. It floats.
Posted by Dread, who wonders if the line needs replacing on his fishing rods.
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