Last month my friend Dennis, who use to live here in Hawaii, e-mailed me that he and his wife were coming back for a visit and he was setting up a fishing trip and wanted to know if I was interested. Now you have to realize that I have almost terminal motion sickness, had car sickness when I was a kid, was air sick a lot of the time when I was in the Air Force, have been deep sea fishing less than a handful of times and until two years ago, had been sea sick every stinking time. For me, going out on the ocean in a boat was not a fun time.
|Churning water across the deep blue pacific.|
Two years ago Dennis talked me into going on a Marlin fishing trip. The Kona Coast is prime marlin fishing grounds where people pay big bucks to catch trophy size fish, like a 1,000 lbs and better. It is truly an exciting thing to see a marlin of any size tail dancing across the water after being hooked. I decided that it was worth a ralphing session to experience something that I had never done before. Turns out that I was fortunate to catch and release a 175 lb. marlin on my first time out. A combination of calm seas and lots of Dramamine took care of any sea sickness.
Now Dennis was asking me to risk a second trip to maybe, or not, catch a fish and I figured nothing ventured, nothing gained, so I committed to the trip. Two days before the trip, Dennis calls me and says we will be meeting at the harbor at 5:45 a.m. Say What!!! Really??? Fish don't bite at 10 or 11? Seriously something is not right there! Anyway, on the appointed night before, I set my alarm for 4:30 a.m. and asking myself what was I thinking.
I arrive the next morning at 5:45 and Dennis shows up somewhere around 6:10 or 6:15. The boat and Captain was already there and he and his grandson where futzing with something in the engine compartment. They finally got the boat in the water and we were out of the harbor a little after 7. The sun finally got up over Mauna Kea, 13,796 ft, sometime after 8. This was a treat because we rarely see a sunrise on our side of the mountain.
|Official weight 178.2 lbs.|
boat where they could gaff it. It took another 20 or so minutes to get it up over the side and into the boat. Late in the battle Kenny asked me several times how I was doing because he was aware of my medical history and age. I kept saying I was fine and he finally said "if you need help, say so, I don't want to have to
resuscitate you." I replied that cancer couldn't kill me, neither was this dude. I will tell you that it was a battle of wills and I just barely won. I could hardly walk when it was over.
About an hour later we had a nice marlin strike but lost him after 10 or 12 seconds when he threw the hook. Still it was exciting to see him tail dance across the water. Quite a show. We then proceeded to churn the water another three hours with only a couple of strikes to show for it, no hook-ups.
I took two Dramamine that morning and did not eat a thing all day and never got sea sick. There was a fair amount of pitching and rolling that 30 years ago would have sent me leaning over the side of the boat chumming fish. That was truly an answer to prayer.
This is how God operates, giving us gifts that we don't expect. Our job is to acknowledge where they came from and share with others so they might be encouraged and to be on the lookout for those gifts. To many times we fail to see the gift that has been given in love by our heavenly Father.