SUCCESS = A GOOD DAY OF FISHING
Sea bird spots target
Throttled over sent lines down
Dinner’s in the boat
Back story: I live in Texas now and haven’t had fresh, caught-off-the-boat fish since moving from South Florida almost 4 years ago. When summer’s here my yen for it peaks.
My brother is a deep-sea captain and on weekends we’d get up at 3:00 a.m. and head out to catch live bait. We used delicate poles with teeny hooks and snagged Goggle Eyes. Once the bait bin was filled, we’d drive out about 5 miles from shore to fish dolphin (the fish, not Flipper).
The tricky part was finding them. Sure, we had a fish finder on the boat but that contraption was never as reliable as an old floating board, a ‘line’ of seaweed or even a discarded milk carton. It could take us miles to locate one of these ‘tells’ where fish would congregate.
The most reliable spotters were the Frigate birds flying high above the sea, for they pinpointed schools of fish with perfect accuracy. Frigate birds are elusive, however; if we spotted one we’d be in for a good day of fishing. Now that’s my favorite form of success!
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Donna L Sadd 
Ha! Love the image of the bird spying his dinner on the boat.
My parents used to live near the coast and used to buy fresh caught fish straight off the boat – there was always something that bit more special about the flavour. I do miss it!
I love this response to the prompt. The combination of the verse and the back story brought a real smile to my face!
Love the story supporting your Haiku; the partnership between the birds and the fishing is lovely . . . . . for your brother more than the birds! xx