The other day I woke up in the morning so happy she had a dream with my hobby ghost, this one feels as if dominate with great expertise but not actually practiced rarely.
ghost My hobby is fishing, whether that fun hobby that you feel clueless to expect a fish runs into the bait and give you 
few seconds of action with subsequent delight to eat what you got water. I think my love for fishing is the result of the strong influence they had on my life the stories of my grandfather who loved to fish. A lot also has to see the Old Man and the Sea Hemingway (I can not get Anthony Quinn in the role of old, I killed the imagination that gave me the book) and Moby Dick was also the first serious book I read.
Well, as I said ... That's what I was meditating on fishing when I remembered the great time catching my life I lived in an unforgettable summer I spent with my cousin and some friends on the island of Juan Fernandez. We left with bags and little money, willing to play us all cards, to live with what you get out and see the wonders of the island. In the summer we fish a lot, almost every day we went for something and went back to sea as experts returning to the mainland will leave the refrigerator stocked with fish to my mother. The best time of the summer was when we took a mega-water fish due to the ubiquitous support Manolé a friend islander who guided us step by step through the process 
capture. It was a moment so dramatic that overtook another lived the last day before we came, I was in the spring and one mega fish bitten (that if it was not as great as that we get together), I started out of the water but when I was almost reaching the edge of the dock broke loose and fell back into the sea. Manolé he saw my face in frustration and said "not yet ready for that fish estabai, when you come back some day perhaps you are. " Oh, just lacked the waterfall and the lotus in the water that was my big moment of wisdom to fishing.
definitely ghost fishing is my hobby, thanks to her I will forever the way to fish with my grandfather to the fish that almost got eaten by mosquitoes, in Pintue summer with my old and my uncles (the "buddies"), that afternoon in Valdivia we went fishing gorges and Romulus robalito (damn lucky) got the last fish of the afternoon without even strive, jajajaja 
day one in which the Guaton and Nohe taking hake compete on a boat off the Bay of Coquimbo and Guaton not draw or one unforgettable afternoon spent taking in carob rock fish next to Emilio and his dad (Mr. Falcon) ( to tell as it was the chowder up-dead) and the day against all odds, instead of fishing sins, we get a shirt with my friends on the dock of Fog (the excuse was that it is easier to draw a fish water than a shirt. If I do not think "believe that there is more at sea?).
