The drive from the caverns all the way up to Port Jefferson was dominated by rain, and then it rained in Port Jefferson. Taking a break from the indoors, Phill and I decided to take a trip on one of the fishing party boats that departs from the boat launch close to my house (the Celtic Quest II). It is a seven hour fishing trip in which around fifty people stand at a rail and wait for something to bite their line. When something bites (which is surprisingly often), you get to reel in the fish and the crew (two high school aged guys) come and unhook your fish and tell you whether you can keep it. I caught several fish, but only kept one 20 inch flounder and one 12 inch porgy (how much fish can a vegetarian eat/ give away?), and Phill kept a larger porgy. While I prefer to fly fish, it was an entertaining ordeal. Especially when we would float over a large school of fish and the two crew members were expected to unhook fifty fish instantaneously.
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