Idling through the Gulf of Mexico, I thought back to thirty years ago when I caught my first striped bass. He was a whopping seventy six pounds. I caught Charlie up in New Jersey. This week was my time to catch Chuck, hopefully a few pounds more than Charlie. I reminisced back to the days where I would hear my great uncles speaking of how striped bass helped build this nation. Not only did this species create food for fishermen and their families but also enabled the pilgrims in Massachusetts Bay to survive their first winter. I told my wife I would not come home until I caught enough for two week's worth of eats. I turned the wheel of my boat far right to discover their silvery bodies swimming around, under the deep waters. Their longitudinal dark stripes running from behind their gills to the base of their tails, made them very easy to notice. Two of them looked exactly alike to me and even resembled my first catch. I was still fondly in love with this sport of mine. I anchored my rod at a ninety degree angle, tapped my cap gently on my head and prayed desperately that my prayers and blessings would prove to be successful. Chuck heard his calling and bit steadily and tightly onto the worm. I jerked him with all my might.
~Written by Jennifer Afia
"Striper", original acrylic measuring 24" X 48". Price: $345.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.
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Jennifer Alfia
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