The rod bucked with the signal of a savage hit and my father in law ran to the rod holder and came fast to something
It ran a bit, then surfaced
The season of strange by-catch continues
The poor cormorant, duck, whatever it was snaked the cut plug herring a good 15 ft below the surface so the notion of hooking a winged creature wasn't high in the mind when the reel started singing.
We brought it in and couldn't unhook it without picking it up, and I drew that duty
Insult to injury, the damn thing took a big squirting shit all over my pants. So I have that going for me.
The bastard bird squawked and drove down below the boat
I think I would have preferred a coho.
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