Before seven in the morning, a kid passes me on his bicycle, carrying a five gallon plastic bucket, with bait and tackle inside, and a fishing pole, resting on his handlebars. When the kid, who just whizzed past me, makes a left turn towards the water, a block further down, I know he is going fishing and joining another fisherman where the water meets the land.

There are fishermen on this jetty every morning, just at sunrise, and sometimes in the evening, at sunset. While you can catch fish other times of day, you mostly watch the fisherman and let them tell you when the time is best to bait a hook, cast out, and wait for the fish to bite.

This Santo Domingo park, by the Napolitano Casino, will soon have its walkers and exercise people. City crews are putting down new sod and the walkers ,taking fresh air on a cool morning, can use a new swing set installed just for them the other day by the parks and recreation department work crew. I watched some of the workers try the swing out, laughing, happy because it was almost quitting time.

At the end of the concrete jetty I am heading for, two compadres have already cast out their bait and are watching the sun come up over a not too distant shipyard.

Fishermen are eternally hopeful.

If you don’t try to catch anything, you won’t catch anything.

The kid’s bicycle has been laid down close to him, and, if he is lucky and is using the right temptation, he will take some fish home for breakfast in his five gallon bucket.



Send this to a friend