Aliens and Whales You Say?
How does he do it? Chuck Furimski was fishing with our mutual friends from Holland, Theo Bakelaar and Harry Schoel, for stripers and blues. They managed no fish, but did get all sorts of “aliens.” Chuck nailed a nice squid, Theo hung a dog shark, and then a ray. Now that’s a fine assortment if you ask me. Harry? Well, he was fishing for a really big striper, a whale of a fish. Suddenly, their dreams came true. A whale-no not a whale of a fish, a real whale. Not many anglers get to cast to real whales. But, like the stripers and blues, the whale merely ignored their flies, and gave them the “tail” before he left, rather indignantly.
Calamari anyone?
This is my pet dog, “shark” is his name.
Is there even a “ray” of hope for us today?
“You can’t catch me, na, na, na, na, na.”
“Here’s what I think of you.”