Once when I was in my 20s a woman I potentially might have dated wanted to join me for a night time fishing trip out the West Jetty on Nantucket. The Jetty is about a half mile long, not lights, with rocks that were just dumped in a pile, not structured to a flat surface. We didn’t use flashlights but it was mild autumn weather with warm water. She was cute and thin blonde with a great body and luxuriously thick, straight blonde hair. With a pleasant personality too. We got out to the end and the stripers were biting. I got some good hits but then asked myself “do i really want to haul a 30 lb striper back in with her in tow?” So I called it and we headed back in.
We made it in fine. She passed with flying colors! She was a team player, supportive and could take care of herself. In hind sight it probably cost me a keeper striper, but gotta watch out for persons depending upon me.
Funny thing tho she never called me after that.
Guess she was hoping for a big striper.
You should have asked about a snapper.