My partner doesn’t eat fish. But the fish finder caught 30 ocean yellow-tail tuna today. Averaging 25 pounds each, he kept 10 to give to friends and his wife’s hard-working employees. He knows well the joy of fishing, then giving. As well, Kathleen fondly recalls her late St. Paul father, fishing near Forada on annual vacation. He loved bringing home milk cartons, frozen solid with clean sunfish, and presenting them to grateful friends and neighbors. This sensation of providing must spring from ancient genetics, the enduring satisfying feeling of bringing sustenance back to the pre-historic family cave. Excuse me for getting sentimental. Can’t help it.
