Family vs. fish

There are few things in life for which my brother cuts short his sleep, and he is a king sleeper. Work is one. Fishing, once a year, is another.

Rob rose at four this morning to leave the house, stand by the side of the beach road and jump in cousin Greg’s van as they headed to the waiting ship at Oregon Inlet. ┬áThe rest of the family, as any sane folks would, did not see Rob off. Here was the video he took upon leaving:

But we welcomed him upon his return!

The Sea Breeze arrives from the sea…

Rob reports for spring training. The Steinbrenners order him to shave.

He gives a sober retelling of the mighty battles against the sea beasts.

Because all of the fish were THIS big.

Actually, though, they were good-sized. Eight tuna and one dolphin.

This is the picture the fish remember when they vow their revenge.

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