Two piers, one dinner address.
On Oak Island, “meet us at the pier” leaves options. If some guests are fishing and others are getting supper ready, send the address of the house where the birthday person is eating. I can start a dice challenge with the early arrivals and teach them just enough to develop entirely misplaced confidence by the time the anglers get back.
Save a hand for the person who started the tradition.
For a fishing weekend that doubles as a milestone birthday, tell me one detail about the guest of honor. Maybe they organize the trip every year. Maybe they still owe a sibling a dollar from 1998. That gives me an introduction the room will recognize without turning supper into a roast. They can choose a card while a fishing buddy watches my hands.
If the afternoon catch becomes the evening meal, the cook gets the final say on timing. Put the magic table in a dry spot away from the sink, give me a signal when the birthday guest is back, and I’ll save their hand until they’ve had a chance to sit down.