By Georgia Osten
We absolutely love living at the beach. I remember when we first retired and moved here permanently, we wanted to do it all! I received a fishing pole from my husband a few months after we got down here. I thought it was a pretty amazing gift, just like all the other gifts he gives me. They’re all very useful, like the riding mower one Mother’s Day, and a trailer for the mower the next Mother’s Day.

Surf fishing was our new passion. We would go down to the beach early in the morning on the golf cart with our dog, Ruby. She was a three-legged, very red, Golden Retriever. My husband declares to this day she was an Irish Setter.
The two of them would take off and I would attempt to follow out to the second sand bar. Being height challenged, I would have to swim to it like Ruby. Once there, creepy things would touch my feet or I’d step on creepy things. Ruby wasn’t afraid of stuff in the water. My next trip into town, I purchased some water shoes for this type of activity.

We used artificial bait so, unless you caught a fish, there wasn’t a lot of need to swim back to shore to unload your catch. We’ve really never been very successful at catching fish unless we paid a fortune to go out with a guide in the Bay. Which reminds me, a Bay Fishing Trip was another really nice present my husband gave me.
Sonny is our neighbor who definitely has a knack for fishing and “catching” fish! Sometimes, so many, he gives us enough for a meal.

The other morning, as I sat here at my computer drinking my first cup of coffee, I noticed my husband was not at home, but our dog was. So, I figured he was out getting some morning photos. All of a sudden, he comes bounding through the door with this slimy thing all cleaned and fileted. I immediately exclaimed, “Oh, is Sonny down there fishing?” He couldn’t catch his breath, he was laughing so hard. Lo and behold, he caught the trout – good job Sweetie!

He’s gone fishing every morning since then.

(This article published 6/8/2015)

GO’s Sand Bucket is only one beach bum’s journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you.

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