Marisco

Wanting to see what the excitement of fishing was all about, my boyfriend dragged me along with him to Marisco’s. The parking lot was packed, as well as along the railing that located where the fishing boats entered. A bunch of guys with baseball hats, neon green & orange shirts. Coolers, a buckets of chum, the air was fresh & crisp (except when you pass that God forbidden trash can) I couldn’t help but love everything that went along with fishing. There we met up with his brother, sister-​in-​law, and their sons. A family friend showed up with his family & as the sun began to set tents were going up & life was put on pause once again. I LOOOVED it !
The drinkers can be loud & annoying & disrespectful (depending where you’re at) but it’s Hawaii, you can’t help it. A little action for your entertainment, the ptich black sky with it’s oh so bright beautiful white stars, outdoor cooking, the soft sand between your toes, the sound of the ocean, & the excitement of the biting of your first fish … makes you feel like you never did have any problems or stress at all