One fish, two fish, three fish, SPEAR FISH!

This whole post is dedicated to my sweetheart, Bear Grylls.  There is nothing more attractive than a man that can protect and provide for his lady in the wild.  That’s exactly what I have: my very own Bear Grylls but even better, I have Trenton!!! :)

Trenton has picked up a new hobby; however, the pastime date backs to mans’ primitive days. Upon leaving Hawaii, Trenton picked up some spear fishing equipment for him and Justin to do together while in Costa Rica.  Naturally, I was a little bit frustrated at his impulsive decision because we were trying to be smart financially, but I am so glad he did it.  He has a real knack for targeting and shooting those fish. 

He has been fishing the past week and there has not been a deathless day out at sea.  Embarrassingly enough for him, the first day he snagged a little reef fish but that was after a parrotfish got off the line.  Before he suited up and went out with Justin, I told him he better come back with fish or not come back at all (I was kidding of course), so it is hard for me not to feel guilty about that 2lb reef fish that was no longer swimming due to my man’s pride and my poor sense of humor. However, that little reef fish got Trenton wanting more and gave him the confidence he needed to keep on trying.  

I should back up a bit. Spear fishing is not as easy as it may sound. Not just anyone can pick up a spear gun and bring home dinner.   Jenny (Justin’s wife) and I really believed that we could go out there and get fish before the boys, but that was before I saw the bruised sternum Trenton has from loading the gun.  This is a tough sport that requires a lot of strength, or at least the guns Trenton bought.  Most importantly, the sport requires ocean stamina as you are swimming, holding your breath, fighting currents, and constantly on the watch for bigger predators as there is (hopefully) a trail of fish blood following your hunt. I like to think I could do it, but I am a sissy when it comes to the ocean. Please see “El Mar” for further reading on that.

Despite all of the challenges out at sea, Trenton has proved himself to be a natural. Yesterday he went out early in the morning and came back with a parrotfish. After cleaning it, he went out for more. After just a couple hours, he came back with 20lbs of parrotfish and amberjack fish.  He was a local celebrity around this place. Tourists on the beach were taking his picture, and while he was cleaning and cutting the fish (with much help from a Swedish Chef), everyone was standing around him in awe and admiration.  I couldn’t help but soak up some of the glory, as I was the famous fisherman’s lady. 

That night we made dinner for Justin and Jenny. We had parrotfish ceviche and homemade amberjack sushi rolls.  It was a great night at our friends' house.  Candles were lit; mood lighting was on, as well as mellow music, and good eating to be had. I couldn’t help but smile ear-to-ear as I watched Trenton bask in his accomplishments amidst the tea burners.   I mainly smiled for him, but also for me, as I felt like the luckiest girl alive. Not because he is my best friend, my lover, an intellectual, an artist, but also a provider; he is truly the best catch of all.