February 4th, 2034
After a nice feast of rock cod I’m laying back and smoking strips of my catch for later.
Today was a good day.
It started off on the right foot when I remembered seeing the fishing gear in one of the overturned trailers at the RV Park. I hightailed it back there and sure enough, laying unbroken inside an trashed Airstream were a couple of twelve foot surf casting poles complete with heavy duty reels.
I was in business.
I pulled the rods out of the wreckage and crawled back inside to hunt down the tackle box. I found it straight off, complete with enough line, hooks, weights and leaders to keep me going for a while.
(Insert sigh of relief here.)
Down at the beach I dug up a few dozen of the soft-shelled sand crabs and baited my hook with the precious little buggers and cast my line out onto the sea. I said a little prayer to Poseidon and after fifteen minutes reeled in my line.
I caught a fifteen inch rock cod my first cast out.
Like I said, today was a good day.