This is the pier at sunset, the very pier, about three or four sections over where Anthony caught this. His second shark of the week. This one is a little smaller than the first one. He caught it using squid. (Stinky, smelly, dead squid that we kept in our refrigerator beside the stinky smelly, dead shrimp).
One thing that I loved about camping at Jekyll was the freedom Anthony and Alex had. They would jump on their bikes and head to the pier "just to see what they are catchin'." You knew they were catchin' something if they came back and grabbed the poles and left again. Fast. One night, though, Anthony came back to the camper with a new (new to him) reel. He was kinda excited and said, "This man just gave me a reel." He said the man told him that he was on the pier looking for someone to give his reel to. He had bought it in the early 60's and had used it for many years. He told Anthony what all he had caught with it and told him he was looking for a boy to give it to. A boy who was dressed nice and had a good haircut. What a definite honor this was to Anthony but thought inducing at the same time. It makes you wonder why this gentleman has decided not to fish anymore. Why would he no longer need his reel? He was an elderly man but appeared to get around well and if he could walk out onto the pier you would assume he could still fish. Does he not have a son or a grandson who would cherish a gift like that? Maybe he could sense that Anthony is an 80-year-old in a 14-year-old body and would appreciate the gift as well. And he does.
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