Cancer and Dorados
I'll be awake way before the crack of dawn tomorrow. I'll jump out of bed, and whip through the morning bathroom routine. I'll get dressed hastily, slipping on the pair of shorts and Guy Harvey tee shirt I'll lay out tonight before going to bed. I'll make sure I have all my accoutrement - sunscreen, hat, pliers, extra shirt, cooler - laid out by the front door. I'll grab my keys, kiss the still sleeping wife goodbye and load up the truck. I'll come back into the house, make sure I have all I need and as Im walking out the door Ill grab my trusty Ugly Stick/Penn spinner rod and reel combo.
Yes, tomorrow I go fishing. But it gets better.
I'm going fishing with the man that taught me to fish, my Godfather Ismael.
Tio Ismael has been out with us once before, back in 2006, right after he'd been through chemotherapy for cancer of the esophagus:

It will be very special for me and, to be honest, I dont really care if I hook a dorado or not. Id prefer Tio Ismael catch one, or two, or three. I've got a good 30 or so summers left, you see. This is Tio Ismael's 88th summer of fishing.
Things really do go full circle in life. "Ten cuidado con Valen," Tia Ondina would say when he'd take me fishing as a boy. Be careful with Valen. "Cuidamelo" my mom would tell him.
Now it's "take care of your uncle" and "make sure your uncle is ok."
I might have to hook the bait for him this year like he did for me when I was a kid. Maybe I'll tie his knots as well, help him reel in his fish if I see he cant. And yeah, I'll be heeding my mom and aunt's advice and will worry about him. I'll be taking real good care of him, as he always did for me.
We'll be out on the boat tomorrow, searching for the weedlines that hide our fishy prey and Tio Ismael will be fishing there next to me, just like we've done for years and years. And I'll wonder, as he stares out at the ocean in front of us, if he'll be thinking about the time he taught me to knot my first hook or if he'll remember being a kid in a Cuba very different than today's, fishing alongside his Godfather.























God Bless,
How amazing life's circle is, be very thankful that you still have Tio Ismael to around fishing with you at his advanced age. Goes to show how strong the old generation is.
Enjoy and treasure your fishing expedition with your Godfather Val as you did the first time you went with him.
Hope that your both catch plenty of Mahi-Mahi.
Excellent! I'm looking forward to a trip for "blues" in the coming weeks.
This post reminds me of octopus hunting with my cousins, west of Havana in Baracoa. Those were some amazing trips. Sigh.
Have a blast hermano, and I do hope Tio Ismael catches one!
Superb!! Give a big abrazo to Tio Ismael for me.
Hot-damn! This is what fishing's mostly about!
But "Mahi-Mahi," I believe, is the trendy nomenclature for your quarry tomorrow...?
Hey Val, you stole my medallion - good taste.
So many tread through life's important moments only realizing their significance later; but those who are able to recognize life's precious pearls and so properly savor and record them in hearts’ memory are truly blessed. I hope the fish are biting like hell tomorrow.
Val,
How did the fishing expedition went?
I hope that and you Tio Ismael enjoyed it.