So what happened to the fish?

Many have asked me what happened to the heap of fish I caught during our recent deep sea fishing expedition.  I will answer that question now.

It wasn’t really a heap of fish. I made that part up. Creative liberty.  Besides who would want to see a movie about my adventures at sea,  starring Chris Hemsworth, if I didn’t catch a fish or six. Maybe even seven.

Wife, the same person whom I love more than life itself, the mother of my children and the woman who supports me in almost anything, made it abundantly clear that she does not want any fish in her house. Technically it’s our house but I have been married long enough to know that if I disobey this direct instruction, I would need to find another place to rest my weary head. The fish and I.  At least for a while. Continue reading

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A fish tale (A true story)

Captain No-Beard and his crew of less than ten merry men got on board of the, smaller than I hoped for, fishing boat at the crack of pre-dawn. We were ready to embark on a day of fishing in the warm, deep, blue waters of the Indian Ocean.  Our anxious faces couldn’t hide the hope of a fruitful day without puking.  Which is why we have been popping pills like The Desperate Housewives of Everywhere.

If you willingly accept a swig of the skipper’s concoction from hell, which he lovingly calls Neptune-juice, at five in the morning, then you’re either an alcoholic or a pirate.  We choose to associate ourselves with the skull-and-bone-black-flag type.

Shortly after getting on board we were cruising out of the harbor, catching the first rays of the sun as it peeked over the water. Continue reading

Laugh with me #32

I can now confirm that I’ve been on a fishing boat, cruising in deep waters that was far, far away from land. When I was, I didn’t catch the BIG one and have no heroic fishing tales to lie about.  So maybe it would be unfair for me to comment on the quick action of this dude.

But even with my newly opened mind and attitude adjustment, I still don’t think I would be the type of guy who will jump into shark invested waters, just to get away from a homicidal marlin on a mission.

But maybe I’m just a big mouth.

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What will it be?

I’ve been invited to go on a deep sea fishing expedition.  This shouldn’t be confused with me being invited to the premiere of Deadpool, which I wasn’t.  Even though the latter would cause everlasting happiness and joy in my soul.  The former…Not so much.  Why am I going then?  I’m not really sure to be perfectly honest.  I’ve never done it, so maybe it is a bucket list thing.  A few of my mates are going, so maybe I’m just one big sucker for peer pressure.

So here I’m off, all Captain Nemo and shit. Continue reading