Yesterday June 6,  I went Mackerel fishing out of Hampton, NH on a party boat with my son Jason and grandchildren Amelia, Thomas (fraternal twins) age 9 and Calvin age 6.

No masks! Hurray!

I had happily planned on paying for the trip for all.  As I neared the parking in Hampton,  NH, my son called my cell and said; “Just pay the $5 dollar parking fee Dad”. I’ve paid for the trip, “Happy early Father’s Day”, he said.  

I parked my truck right beside his and when I got out, the kids each greeted me with warm hugs. I love it! So long with masks on that it was very special to not have one on my face.

Jason and I were prepared for the trip with food, snacks, drinks and warmer clothing, hats, sun screen and of course fishing rods and a 5  gallon bucket for all the many  mackerel we would catch.

This was a first for the grandkids to not only fish for the first time but a first for dad and grandfather (me) to share time learning to fish in the ocean, get splashed near the bow with cool salty ocean waves, and jig with a fishing rod.

The kids took to jigging the rod under Jason’s patient tutelage, and I was right there praising him. And they were eager and happy to learn.

In the middle of all that we caught a few fish, not as  many as we expected but the inquisitive nature of the kids, each in turn picked up the fish by hand and examined them closely.

It was not mackerel madness that can sometimes happen if we ran into a big school of them, but it gave us Dad’s close loving time with the children.

We shared potato chips, watermelon, bites of my ham sub sandwich as we fished and giggled and hugged to stay warm in cool salty air up near the bow. What I caught was more than any fish, I caught the love of my son, and my loving grandkids. It was a great Father’s Day! Sometimes what you catch, can’t be measured in fish, but can be measured in love! 

Enjoy!

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