Sharks 1, Fisherman 0. 
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This is a funny yet very real and frightening story.
Yesterday, after I caught a 23" Spanish Mackerel, I hailed a friend of mine on the radio to inquire what I was supposed to do next with "Mr. Oily" and
his response was to take a knife, hold "Mr. Oily" by the tail, hold him over the side, slit his throat per se and let him bleed a while before putting him on ice. 'Just move him back and forth in the water until the bleeding stops'
were the exact words.
Everything was going just fine until I looked up and saw, to my utter horror and almost a sense of "You knew it had to happen, right?", I was being encircled by several verrrry large and not so very timid SHARKS. Hammerheads no less, each measuring 6-9' long. Did I forget to tell
you how verrrry large they were??
The mackerel, needless to say, is now in the tummies of the sharks. My arm is still attached. My friend is still laughing. The Coast Guard isn't. The radio message was duly noted and recorded by someone who actually faxed it to the USCG for their review.
I, for the life of me, never did understand why their 'copter was doing lazy circles over my head just after 'my friend' told me what to do.
I could see the headlines on my tombstone as I quickly realized what I was doing at the time, "ST. PETE BEACH FISHERMAN DIED AT THE HANDS OF SEVERAL VERRRRRRRY LARGE HAMMERHEAD SHARKS TODAY WHILE LETTING A SPANISH MACKEREL BLEED OVER THE SIDE OF HIS BOAT. THE LAST WORDS HEARD BY THE COAST GUARD FLYING OVERHEAD WERE "YUMMY, YUMMY, YUMMY, CAN WE HAVE ANOTHER ARM PLEASE, COMING FROM THE WATERS OFF PASS-A-GRILLE BEACH."
You have my permission to laugh as long as you want to. Really, you do. Just don't tell me whay to do with a minnow.
Submitted on 04/01/2002
Submitted by:
seasthetime@att.net
Reference:
True Life Saga
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