If the Keys Won’t Have Me, Maybe Venice Will
Which gave me more time to try my hand at poling the skiff. I can’t believe how hard it is! the first day was rough as I basically spun the boat around the pole in circles – if I’d had some ribbons it would have looked like an old fashioned Maypole ceremony.
But Day Two it really clicked. Once I stopped trying to point the bow and started driving with the stern, I gained control. It’s so cool because you apply pressure in your feet, bend your knees and ease your hip into it and suddenly you are steering. It’s pretty groovy actually, all hips legs and core. Very little arms and shoulders.
I am now obsessed with push poling. I can safely say am getting better on the sticks in a drift boat. And while I’m no canoe/kayak expert, no one can dispute the fact I’ve completed the Berlitz course on single blade paddling. So now I am going to conquer push poling.
I announced from my throne atop the Yeti cooler/poling platform that I was moving to the Keys to become a flats guide. The fact that I didn’t put the Professor on one fish is a net-zero factoid because I really felt like I had him in the game. There just weren’t many fish and none that wanted to mess with us. And I think I’ve got enough BS to carry a fishless day with clients, no?
The Professor was skeptical whether the competitive guide scene of the Keys would let me muscle my way in. Hmm…Gauntlet?
Nonetheless I was undeterred in my unadulterated joy. Despite the fishless day and the reality I probably will not become a saltwater flats guide, it was a beautiful sunny morning on the water and my inner gondolier could not be repressed. I decided if I couldn’t be a flats guide (which I haven’t wholly conceded yet) I could become a Venetian-style gondolier. Maybe give some tourists a ride around Mobile Bay or Town Lake once in awhile for pocket cash? As I push-poled the Professor around the grassy bays of the Gulf Coast I found myself belting out, “O Sole Mio!”
This could actually work. I “studied” in Italy for three summers in college. Pasta loves me. I think I would be quite fetching in the striped shirts, although the hat is questionable. Most importantly I need a few more songs to sing for my new career as a flats-guide-gondolier. Here’s what I have so far:
Trivia question: anyone know who was a big fan of Enrico Caruso? This happened to come up in conversation at the recent Meet-The-Parents dinner when my parents met the Professor’s for the first time. Hint: If you’ve been watching ‘Boardwalk Empire’ on HBO you might know the answer…
Cheers for now kids. Sorry it’s quiet lately. This blushing bride has to put down the push pole and the fly rod to plan the nuptials…Tick Tock!