Ok — Ishmael we are not, in fact, my father and I were lucky to catch a number of King fish and some Mackerel. Today, we did not catch the elusive shark we were so desperately seeking. Wilma, the largest hurricane ever recorded, caused the ocean to be murky and the fishing to be a challenge.

At the end of the day, I could care less if we caught a single minnow. We were out in the open ocean, soaking up the sun, and looking back on beautiful Miami. This was the second day of our annual trek to follow the Kansas City Chiefs. As fate would have it, this year’s game brought us to Miami.

The Chiefs game was moved from its typical Sunday time slot to Friday night due to the incoming storm. We scrambled to move our flight and change our hotel reservations so we could watch the game, enjoy some South Beach flavor, and most importantly, miss the hurricane on our flight home.

The Chiefs laid a major beating on the Fish and allowed us to improve our record to 4-2. We looked much better with the return of our star corner back.

We left the game, and got to bed early so we could be at the dock for our chartered fishing trip on Saturday morning.

As long as my dad and I have been taking this annual trip, I think this journey has been the most memorable. After all, we experienced beer for breakfast, Friday Night NFL Football, Shark Fishing and some great food. What else could two men possibly want? It is the perfect testosterone filled trip for a father and son.

As long as boys have dreamed of time with their fathers, their dreams have always been filled with the solace of fishing and the “one that got away”… Thanks dad, I love you.

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