It was Fathersday weekend a few years back. I told my dad that I wanted to go fishing. Hee reluctantly said, OK. So we went to the beach in Jupiter, Fl, and did some Surf fishing! Using half of a sand crab, the rod bent and the line started peeling from the fishing reel. Mt dad set the hook, set the rod back into the sand spike, and I started reeling the fish in. I fought the fish for about 25 minutes and turned to my dad and said ” Daddy, I’m tired!” so 5 minutes later we landed this 42-inch permit. An hour later we caught another one, four inches smaller. My father and I will never forget this time in our history together, bonding.