[Capt. Debbie]

When we were kids my old man took my brother and I out bottom fishing- Ling, Whiting & Cod. Forgot the boat out of the Atlantic Highlands.

Anyway my fishing expert younger brother pulls something up. We had not see one like this- much sleaker looking than the other "pudge" fish (ling ,cod).

Someone says a pollock. About 7-8 pounds. My brother George squeezing it with two hands after unhooked said I would NEVER catch a nice fish like this. It wiggled. He squeezed it even harder to hold it.

It popped free of his hands upwards. It hit the rail and was back in the Atlantic. He's yelling to get the gaff. I laughing and my dad is so pissed off.

Some guy next to me I never met before says : "serves him right. Now you can catch it."

FUNNY MOMENT. There were not many funny moments with my dad fishing (or crabbing).

He would turn crazy man on the water if anything went less than pefect.