30-04-2020, 11:27 AM
(This post was last modified: 30-04-2020, 11:35 AM by Captain Pumpkinhead.)
I was out longlining near Block Canyon last Saturday when I hits what I assumes to be a snag for the history books. Though dismayed be the turn of events, the weather on this particular day was so mighty pleasant that I finds it difficult to be anythings but the textbook example of joviality even whiles I wrangles the wayward tangles from the deep. Imagine my surprise whens the source of the snag flops up on my deck in the form of a lobster who by my best estimates coulds weigh now fewer than 80lbs. As far as I cans tell he got tangled up in the line while trying to makes away with some of my bait. After some undignified floppings and flippings on his back, he managed to rights himself.
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Beings as I was expecting him to be the sorts of crusty crustacean who frequents them parts, I was pleasantly surprised to find his disposition to be as sunny as the skys was on this particular day. So he introduces himself and congratulates me for hooking him fairs and square, and then I makes us a pot of coffee while we falls into conversing abouts the winds and the tides and alls the neighborhood gossip.
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Now, I should stops myself here before you alls ask: "Captain Pumpkinhead, how can you go abouts trusting strange lobsters that you don't knows?" Well, having spents my whole life surrounded by fish tails and fish tales, I can spots a tall one froms 57 fathoms away. Plus, anyones whose been in a situation like on this particular day knows that a lobster with nothings to lose has no reason to lie.
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Anyways, the reason I am posting my accounts of this particular day is that in the midst of our coffee and yarnings he mentions to me that: the local squids have started to gets a move-on and (after four or fives more days of warm and sunny weather like we hads then) they should be showing their faces arounds Block Island.
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After we finished our coffee I ends up letting him go. It'd be bad luck to boils him after sharing a pot of coffee with him ands my biggest pot is only 8 quarts anyways.
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Beings as I was expecting him to be the sorts of crusty crustacean who frequents them parts, I was pleasantly surprised to find his disposition to be as sunny as the skys was on this particular day. So he introduces himself and congratulates me for hooking him fairs and square, and then I makes us a pot of coffee while we falls into conversing abouts the winds and the tides and alls the neighborhood gossip.
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Now, I should stops myself here before you alls ask: "Captain Pumpkinhead, how can you go abouts trusting strange lobsters that you don't knows?" Well, having spents my whole life surrounded by fish tails and fish tales, I can spots a tall one froms 57 fathoms away. Plus, anyones whose been in a situation like on this particular day knows that a lobster with nothings to lose has no reason to lie.
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Anyways, the reason I am posting my accounts of this particular day is that in the midst of our coffee and yarnings he mentions to me that: the local squids have started to gets a move-on and (after four or fives more days of warm and sunny weather like we hads then) they should be showing their faces arounds Block Island.
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After we finished our coffee I ends up letting him go. It'd be bad luck to boils him after sharing a pot of coffee with him ands my biggest pot is only 8 quarts anyways.