USFishingTackle (US)

 I met a couple of my fishing buddies at the office where I work. We met for the first time while we all were standing by the water cooler, chatting the time away. To my delight, I discovered they both love to fish. One is a former Naval Officer and the other routinely takes 3 or 4 week long trips, deep sea fishing outside of San Diego for Tuna and other big game fish. Both were rather new to the local area and wanted to know more about fishing in the greater LA area. Me being the kind hearted person I am, decided to offer them both a day of fishing on my 26 foot Chapparal. I figure, we'll launch around 5:00am and I'll take them to my favorite Calico Bass fishing spot just north of Long Beach Harbor. So I offer, and they both gladly accept. We met up at a central location and we all hop into my tahoe and head on down to Long Beach. On the way down, the former Naval Officer says to me. "Do you have any Bomine?" I said, "no, why do you get sea sick?" He doesn't answer my question directly and says, "awe, don't worry about it." So we continue down the road launch the boat and head north for our fishing grounds. I scope the grounds and realize, I found a bonanza of feeding fish. So I toss anchor, setup both my buddies with rods and rig them up for a killer bite. In the first cast, one lands a 7lb Calico. I go for my camera and immediately the Naval officer is slammed hard then lands another calico. (smaller but still, he lands it). So I take a quick photo and they release them back into the murky depths. Suddenly, the deep sea fisherman bends over the stern of the boat and tosses all his cookies. (god I hate the sound of tossed cookies). No sooner do I begin to ask if he is okay, and then the Naval Officer at the bow of my boat offers up a similar gesture. Suddenly, they are both going back and forth repeatedly (as if they were in a cookie tossing contest). I'm in between two weak stomached fisherman who can't deal with 2-3 swells. What am I to do?? I'm now starting to feel queezy myself. We've only been anchored 5 minutes and both are so ill, they can no longer hold their rods. So I decide to pull up anchor and get the boat moving forward. (Thinking this should resolve the issue.). To my shagrin, it doesn't! So we headed back in and drove home. Can you believe it??? It's been two years since this little cookie tossing contest and I will never let them forget it! Each time one starts talking about their latest deep sea fishing trip or experiences in the Navy. I insist, they are both wussies since they need to be medicated to hit the water.