Porgy Fishing...Geoffrey Gets His Wish
Viking Starship - Montauk
November 23, 1999
Geoff has been trying to get on top of the mother load of porgies....he has travelled to Orient Point...New England...you name it. Where does he find his pot of gold? In Montauk on the Viking Starship, with Captain Dave at the helm. I didn't know what to expect. Rumors only go so far and reality only happens when you're right there. The proof is in the pudding. And yes, the rumors were right on the mark...porgies to the left, porgies to the right. One pounders, two pounders and yes, even three pounders! One after another, all day long. I never saw Geoff leave the rail.
He kept mumbling the "Brooklyn Porgy" hymn over and over. I think he was doing a secret old porgy mantra only used by the Porgy Monks of Rhode Island. Every 2 minutes he'd kick open the cooler with his foot and chuck another jumbo in it. He didn't even stop for lunch. I became worried for my friend when he filled his cooler and started filling a 10 gallon bucket. He was saying to himself, "There's my first cousin and second cousin....there's the neighbor across the street, they'll want some." He filled the entire neighborhood's order for porgies.
Geoff was on a mission to enjoy the great moment for 5 hours straight. Well Geoff, Saint Peter sure answered your prayers! I personally have seen and caught all the porgies I want to see this year, on this one trip, thank you very much. On the other hand, Geoff would have stayed for days, even weeks! Thank God for the whistle. We left them biting. A tear ran down Geoff's left cheek to see it come to an end. I told him gently, "You can put the rod down now, we're going home.". He just stared off the back of the boat repeating to himself, "I'll be back, I'll be back."
