It’s raining fish!

A few friends and I took to the seas and went fishing this past weekend.

We were fishing for crab and rock cod.

Despite the fact that I kept getting called “sweetheart” by the deck manager, I had a GREAT time.

Getting up at 3:45 am is not ideal, but it allows you to catch sights like the sunrise over the city.

And the Golden Gate Bridge as seen from the water

It took us 3 hours to motor out past the Farallons to our fishing “hole.”

I literally dropped my line in the water and came out with a fish.

It was RAINING FISH.

In the end, after about 4 hours of fishing, I caught 10 fish – mostly medium size rock cod.

Some were olive colored, some were red, and others were bright yellow.

It was rather amazing to see the diversity.

One guy on our boat caught a behemoth!

The thing was over 2 feet long and must’ve weight a good 20 – 30 pounds.

On our way back home from fishing, we stopped and checked our crab pots and we’d caught enough crab for everyone on the boat to get two crabs each.

A deckhand was kind enough to give me two extra so I had 6 crabs, including Tejas’ crabs.

I took the crabs to the bait shack when we got back and left them to be cooked and cleaned.

And that’s when it happened.

Someone STOLE MY CRAB.

Just walked off with the bag of my cooked and cleaned crabs, leaving me with my worthless claim ticket.

But the guys cooking the crab took mercy on me and managed to get me 6 other crabs to take home.

So all is well that ends well.

Still.

Someone stole my catch!

Bad form!

It’s raining fish!

A few friends and I took to the seas and went fishing this past weekend.

We were fishing for crab and rock cod.

Despite the fact that I kept getting called “sweetheart” by the deck manager, I had a GREAT time.

Getting up at 3:45 am is not ideal, but it allows you to catch sights like the sunrise over the city.

And the Golden Gate Bridge as seen from the water

It took us 3 hours to motor out past the Farallons to our fishing “hole.”

I literally dropped my line in the water and came out with a fish.

It was RAINING FISH.

In the end, after about 4 hours of fishing, I caught 10 fish – mostly medium size rock cod.

Some were olive colored, some were red, and others were bright yellow.

It was rather amazing to see the diversity.

One guy on our boat caught a behemoth!

The thing was over 2 feet long and must’ve weight a good 20 – 30 pounds.

On our way back home from fishing, we stopped and checked our crab pots and we’d caught enough crab for everyone on the boat to get two crabs each.

A deckhand was kind enough to give me two extra so I had 6 crabs, including Tejas’ crabs.

I took the crabs to the bait shack when we got back and left them to be cooked and cleaned.

And that’s when it happened.

Someone STOLE MY CRAB.

Just walked off with the bag of my cooked and cleaned crabs, leaving me with my worthless claim ticket.

But the guys cooking the crab took mercy on me and managed to get me 6 other crabs to take home.

So all is well that ends well.

Still.

Someone stole my catch!

Bad form!

Chicken

SharkTricksThere are at least two things I want to do before I depart this earth.

One is to take an $800 dive with great white sharks. In a cage, silly. I’m no dummy.

The other is to go on a $200 hot air balloon ride.

Now, I’m not adverse to a little danger in my adventure activities. After all, I did run with the bulls (literally) and raced stock cars in 2014.

And I’ve jumped out of an airplane at 12,000 feet.

All very daring activities.

But for some reason, the hot air ballooning and the shark diving make me pause for a second and not click on the “BUY” button.

It’s because I’m chicken.

I picture the cage tether snapping and being faced with the decision to either sink into the dark abyss of the waters of the Farallons never to be seen again –OR- having to escape the cage and swim with the sharks, literally. I am a child of JAWS afterall, these are totally plausible scenarios in my mind.

Or with the hot air balloon, I picture my already airsick stomach heaving and hoing as I float up into the atmosphere only to watch in horror as the balloon catches on fire and I go plummeting toward the earth.

Has anyone seen the Hindenberg?

Pause for a moment.hindenburg

I’m going to do them because I realize that until I confront these fears, they will own me. And living in my comfort zone is stagnation, not growth.

They will make great stories to tell my grandchildren someday.

I’ll probably do the hot air balloon ride first. After taking a bunch of Ativan. And washing them down with a bottle of champagne.

Because that’s how I roll.

Great White Shark Diving

aka How Michelle Plans to Spend Part of Her 2013 Tax Refund.

As you all know, I will be signing up to dive with Great White Sharks in the fall when the seal breeding season in the Farallons goes into full swing.

I’m actually very nervous about this activity. More than running with the bulls. More than skydiving.

It’s not because I get sea sickness in a boat. It’s not because I’m scared of the shark.

It’s because I’m scared of drowning.

In my mind, I’ve created a worst-case-scenario where the tether holding the cage to the boat gets severed and I sink into the depths, surrounded by man-eating sharks.

Am I still going to do it?

You bet.

If I let fear stop me I never would have skydived, ran with the bulls, or had boudoir photos taken.

I’ll just have to get over my fear and brave the murky cold waters of the Farallons to greet these primordial beasts.

Wish me luck!