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The first actually cold day meant the first time I broke out Lucy’s Gap sweater (yes, the Gap makes dog sweaters…or they used to, anyway). This is her headed out for an early-morning walk (hence Kendrick’s pajama pants in the background), and I think she looks impossibly cute. 

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And…eight hours later, we’re back on dry land again. A fairly successful day in terms of fishing, a very successful day in terms of bonding.

I’m going to try cooking up the bluefish this evening, but I’ve done a little online research, and let’s just say I’m a touch skeptical (adjectives used to describe the fish include “pungent” and “oily”…yumm). I think I’m going to try brining them first to reduce the “fishiness” and then pan-frying them in butter and lemon.

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Me, finally figuring out how to cast a line that doesn’t immediately tangle up in everyone else’s and/or go directly under the boat.

Dad caught a pretty big bluefish. I, unsurprisingly, caught nothing at all…but I seemed to be very good luck for the people on either side of me.

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Me (looking around nervously at the fact that literally everyone besides Dad and I are wearing rubber boots and full-length waders): “So…what’s with all the waders and boots? Are we going to be getting particularly wet?”

Man in waders: “Nah, these are just for the blood.” 

Me: “Ah.”


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