My husband loves to fish and grew up going deep sea fishing. I'd never been out before, and we've talked about chartering a boat for years. I grew up fishing in ponds around my house with my dad and I've always wanted to try deep sea fishing. Monday, my father-in-law, who is also an avid fisherman, invited us all out for a half-day of fishing. Hubs, my little guy and me all boarded the boat along with my mother-in-law and father-in-law at 6:30 Monday morning. We were armed with fried chicken, ham biscuits and suntan lotion. I was ready to experience my first "real" fishing trip. We weren't going to go too far out, since it was just half a day and I wasn't sure how the little guy would do. But once we got out of the sound, past the lighthouse and about a mile into the ocean, I started puking. I got the sweats and all I wanted to do was jump off that friggin boat and was willing to swim back to land. My MIL got sick too and ONLY because of this did we decide...
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