|"Don't you ever get tired of fishing seabass?"
It's a question that has been asked more than a few times.
There's no need to say what the answer is.
It's not the fish that gets tiring to fish for, it only gets "old" when it turns into a grind.
So on Saturday I got back to my roots. First, was the location: Santa Barbara, where I went to college and put in my first days as a pinhead on the Sea Hawk LXV. Second, I headed up with my Dana Point code boat buddy Tim Husband, who I do not get to fish with as much as I'd like to these days.
A lot of info (go here, catch this) from an "old school" buddy--name withheld to protect the innocent--got us up to Santa Barbara Saturday morning. It was sacred Gaviota coast scenery, and we even stopped by my old haunts to get an Isla Vista moment. (Hey, I'm married, it's as close as I can get.)
After all, when it starts to get old, sometimes the best thing to do is to get back to where it all started and remind yourself why fishing is such a big part of your life.
Everyone has that place. I highly recommend finding it again.
(Note, seabass were caught around the corner, not in Isla Vista.)