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Wednesday, January 25, 2006


Sorry about not posting yesterday even though I said I would. I came home from work and immediately went to bed.

so I decided to tell you another tale of one of my fishing adventures.

I was 10, in 4th grade, and it was my first house boat vacation with my dad. Along for the fun was my brother Eric, and Dads friends Rick, Jodi, and David.

Well, on one particular day Rick, who is like an uncle to me, caught a gar
this is a gar, in case you were wondering.
These gar dont taste well, and are really a pain in the ass to deal with in genereal. They also have a lot of sharp teeth. So we decided to have a good ol time with him.

David had something special in his posession. A stick of dynamite!! This was no ordinary stick of explosives, this one had a water proof wick. We duck tape the boom log to the toothy bastard and release him gently back into the water. I wonder if you know where this story is going?

When all of sudden, like he knew what was gonna happen to him, he stopped, turned around and made a B-line right for the boat!!!

Do you remember in Star Trek when they got hit my enemy fire, how the ship shook and everyone went flying across the screen?

That is what we felt like when that fish went under our houseboat, BLEW UP, and the rocked that little bay, and our ears, for what seemed like hours. We laughed like hell all night.

When we awoke the next morning, there were little
pieces of gar everywhere over the outside of the boat. In the little boat that comes with the house boat, we found his spinal column, along with the head attached. Im telling you, we were cleaning up gar chunklets for the rest of the trip.

I have another tale to tell of this trip, that is for another day.

See you later
John

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