My Kid’s Fish

OK, you can watch Ernie, Vijay, and Boo play at Kapalua on The Golf Channel if you want  (I won’t make fun of you much)  but me I’m going to tell you about my kid’s fish. 

The only way to be in Maui is to be in Maui, which I’ve been lucky enough to cross off the list…trust me when I tell you the HDTV doesn’t get it , no matter how big.

I live in a place where we catch a lot of fish.  We’re lucky that way.  If  it’s one of your passions, come and stay with us and I’ll show you.  But David, a.k.a. El Stupendo, a.k.a. Stupendous D had a problem. 

He was about to turn 13 and , according to him, had never caught a “real” fish.  That is to say he never baited the hook, held the rod, hooked up, and landed a really good fish…until now.

What’s this have to do with golf?  Nothing…and everything.

Here are a couple life rules I try to adhere to…one, never wear velvet after February 1st, and second stick to the rule the golf season is over from December 1 to April 1 depending on where you live.  Put the golf clubs on a nail these months, everybody wins! 

Back to S.D.

He tells me  I catch all the fish, I have all the the luck.  Truth is he doesn’t “wait ‘em out” as we used to say down in my hometown, Indian Rocks Beach (IRB) Florida…the fish will come, you just have to wait and, most important of all you have to use the ancient fish call, ” Culla Culla.”  What does it mean?  Who really knows but to us it means C’mon fish.

Say it with me …don’t  be emabarrased…Culla Culla…c’mon fish!  Pretty good, but not loud enough…if you’re not smiling you need to go put on some velvet and try again.  Feel better already don’t you?

Golf at my level,  I won’t speak for you, is about small victories.  A crisp 7-iron, a wedge from the fringe that stops an inch short, a high draw back to the middle makes the game fun and in a weird way serious.

But want to have a real old-time-balata smile?  Take your kid fishing. I’ts magic, I promise.