PUNCHING OUT SEA BASS

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The fishing expedition turned out to be a pretty decent affair.  It was a new experience for me.  I had never been deep sea fishing before.  I hadn’t been fishing at all since junior high school. 

 

We only made it out to the bay thanks to a hurricane that was threatening to rain on our parade.  It was still a lot of fun.  I didn’t really do all that well but I enjoyed myself.  I caught a few sea bass but I was pissing off my comrades because I was throwing them back in the water.  I figured that cleaning them to eat would be too much effort.

 

One of them tried to bite me.  I was struggling to unhook it so I could throw it back.  It was also flailing all over the place.  I was punching the thing like “You fucking asshole!  I’m trying to save your life.”  A life, ironically only really endangered due to my own actions.


I felt like a real man beating up a sea bass out of water.  Well, actually I felt like a total asshole.  It was still cool catching them even though I was chucking them back.  I was really having a lot of luck catching crabs but they were out of season.  I had to throw them back in.


But considering the last time I caught crabs was in Tijuana in 1988, I guess I shouldn’t complain.  There are many worse fates in the world.   

                  

8/22/95

 

 

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