Fish Stories

Okay…in the interest of equal time (and because I CAN’T find my door photo!) I am sharing photos today of ‘the one that didn’t get away’. 😀

I love walking the pier at Ponce Inlet and there is always something special to capture with my camera lens. I am always ready to freeze those special moments when a fisherman gets something on his line; and in this case, the young man had good reason to be excited.



This one was a beauty!


I do believe I heard him ask his girlfriend to get a photo for his Mom to see. So sweet.

On the other hand, the redfish doesn’t seem so happy…..

which brings me to another fish story.

Two days ago I took a long walk on the beach. I forgot my earbuds and instead spent my three miles listening to the voice of the ocean, absorbing every ray of sunshine onto my skin and into my soul. As I made my way back up the beach I saw something large and glistening a few yards ahead. My heart skipped a beat, thinking I was about to find a beautiful treasure served up by the ocean, some exotic seashell to take home. Imagine my surprise and mild horror when I realized the truth of what lay exposed and helpless on the sand at my feet.

At first I couldn’t believe my eyes.


Then I wondered if the waves were washing up dead sealife. As I got closer I realized the mullet, about 8 inches long and quite fat, was still trying to breathe, its gills vibrating and mouth moving.  The tide had been coming in with fairly hefty rolls and I surmised the poor victim had merely been caught up in a large wave and dumped into the little inlet,  left there to die.

I looked around and quickly realized…


This fellow was not alone!

There were two similarly sized fish, both stranded, both gasping for breath. The only birds around were sandpipers and I thought what an awful death my silvery friends would face-slow suffocation as small ‘beach chickens’ pecked their eyes out, leaving their bodies to rot beneath the heat of the evening sun. I couldn’t bear the thought. So I picked the first one up by its tail fin. It was heavier than I thought and didn’t fight me. Was I too late? I quickly took it into the surf and walked out far enough to get it into the tide that rolled and tossed it into a retreating wave. The fish wiggled and swam away as I held my breath, waiting to see if it would just get washed back onto shore. No! It was gone.


So I went back for the other. It wriggled more but allowed me to hold onto its tail and make the same short trek into the waves where I tosed it in just like the first. I watched as it swam away, into the surf. I held my breath.

Did they make it? Would they soon become dinner for one of the dozens of pelicans scouring the shoreline for snacks? I have no idea. I only know they didn’t take their last breaths lying in the sand, with a final vision of that brilliant sunset to become their last memory of life.

This is my own fish story-and I’m sticking to it.


17 thoughts on “Fish Stories

  1. As a Pisces, I am so touched by that story and gesture. It’s hard to describe in words. I’m sort of attached to sea life and even birds and plants now. I usually carry my music with me to the beach, but most of the times I don’t play it once when I am at the sea. I remember my days when I used to sit for hours alone listening to the waves crashing on the rocks and that incredible sound. Once I was so depressed with what was happening around me. I went to Marine Drive. Sat there for hours. Cursed the God why He was doing this to me at such tender age. I was only 16 then. No parents around, no true friends. Around me millions of people sit with their loved ones, family, friends, lovers and here I was Alone. I wept and wept and wept until I was dry. Then, I observed the waves, crashing into the rocks. One wave after the other. It just won’t stop. Determined to break the rocks. The crabs on the rocks slipped down when the water gushed in, but they won’t give in either. They climb up again on the rocks. By the end of the day, I had learned a lesson. Never give up. Everybody goes through a hard time, all we need to do is keep fighting. I thanked God for answering my questions. I went home satisfied and resolved my issues gradually. That’s my little sea story.


    1. Oh my Sharukh, your story brings tears to my eyes. I have shed many tears beside the ocean. Water soothes my soul. But, as a Cancer, I feel like I shared that experience with you. I am like my sign, that little crab that seeks refuge to ride out the storms and then always finds a home somewhere when they have passed. I know your Mother was with you that day in Spirit. The saddest thought for me, as a Mother, is that my children will weep for needing me and I am not there. Hugs for the child in you Sharukh, for the child in all of mankind.


      1. Sorry. I didn’t intend to make you feel sad. I was just sharing how nature has taught me so many things in big and small ways. Yes, my mother is always with me. This October 18 it will be her 21st anniversary.


  2. Now that’s a great fish story, Cheryl. You make me think of a quote from JM Barry “Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.”
    Happy weekend hugs.


    1. I love that quote. I carry it with me. In my work there are times when I really need to remember it when dealing with difficult folks. Thanks and I’m glad you liked my “tail”.


    2. Hey Teagan. I just read an installment of your novel. Very nice! I love your bubble theory..of course I love any theory that strays from linear time. I look forward to when you get the book “altogether”!


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