It was a good day to get out on the water. Summer is gone and the only presentable surf was on the other side of the island. I was feeling lazy, but had the desire to get my feet wet. Therefore, I collected a few necessary items and headed out to my garage. As my garage door creaked open, there sat my 10 foot Livingston dingy. “I haven’t taken this thing out since August” I thought to myself. So in a matter of minutes, I had the boat trailer hitched to the truck and was on my way. I arrived at the boat launch feeling a little anxious that I didn’t start my engine beforehand. I plopped my boat into the ocean and found a convienant parking spot for my truck and trailer. I ran back to the boat and prayed for the motor to start. “Vrooom Vrooom” the engine cried on my first attempt on starting it. We were on our way. As I boated through the bobbing channel markers, I let out a few lines with lures on them to see if  I could get lucky. I drove around for around 30 minutes, checking the local surf breaks and drive spots. When all the sudden, my reel let’s out with a cry. My pole was bending like a stick under stress. I set my boat in neutral, grabbed the pole and began battling the fish. After all is said and done, I had bagged a nice size oio is my boat. I came in about an hour later and made some great fish patties!