If my dad was alive, he’d be 81 today.

He probably wouldn’t be making annual pilgrimages to the South China Sea to catch marlin anymore, the way he used to when I was a kid. He often told me, in his later years, that he didn’t have the strength / endurance to do sport fishing anymore. Enjoyed talking about it though. And still going fishing with his buddies for the table variety of fish: tenggiri, selar, grouper, ang zho (respectively: spanish mackeral, yellowtail scad, cod, red snapper) etc.

He’d also object strenuously to all of the Christmas and Chinese New Year baubles that Mum and I have taken to hanging on the big fibreglass marlin that still hangs in the living room. One does not adorn the holy grail of sport fish with seasonal trivialities!