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Clint Dossier here again, and let me tell you, Memorial Day weekend along the beaches near Charleston is something else.
Today I saw a few fishermen, sitting idle with their lines strung out in the water. Sipping on bad beer, sir, it happens every year.
There was this one gentleman, older I'd say. I surmise he was in his mid sixties, sir. Yessir, and he had a Hawaiian shirt on , and he had a toothpick in his mouth, and he had these sepia toned sunglasses on. Yessir he was fishing. I might say.
Well I observed this gentleman for some time. He had quite a Northern accent. Like nothing I had heard before. I would say he was more Northern than Northern.
Sir he was very North.
He was fishing near the spit between Isle of Palms and Sullivan’s. Uh huh. Yessir. Lawnchair, that’s right. No, I did not observe that man drinking Budwiser. He had some sort of thermos or carafe, which, I am sure contained some sort of liqueur.
Maybe coffee, you’re right sir.
Well he kept pulling up clumps of seaweed. And saying something, which I took to be an explicative. Well sir, he said MINK-YAH. Yessir. He would say MINK-YA every time he pulled up a clump of seaweed.
Yessir, very strange.
Well sir, he did this for some time.
Well, he ended up pulling a rubber boot out of the water.
Yessir.
And I tell you, and I swear on the grave.
Yes. Of P.G.T. Beauregard.
Uh-huh.
Yes, some young men began laughing at him.
Well, he right produced a small handgun from his breast pocket.
Well sir, as a member of Charleston’s hunt and fish club, it was like nothing any of our members would own.
It was one of those cheap, disposable kinds.
Yes. Raven or the like.
Well, I know because I am an ethno-botanist.
Yessir.
Well sir, he yelled MINK-YAH and lowered the weapon at these young men, and emptied the tiny chamber.
Six shots, I believe sir.
Tragic. Yes sir.
Today I saw a few fishermen, sitting idle with their lines strung out in the water. Sipping on bad beer, sir, it happens every year.
There was this one gentleman, older I'd say. I surmise he was in his mid sixties, sir. Yessir, and he had a Hawaiian shirt on , and he had a toothpick in his mouth, and he had these sepia toned sunglasses on. Yessir he was fishing. I might say.
Well I observed this gentleman for some time. He had quite a Northern accent. Like nothing I had heard before. I would say he was more Northern than Northern.
Sir he was very North.
He was fishing near the spit between Isle of Palms and Sullivan’s. Uh huh. Yessir. Lawnchair, that’s right. No, I did not observe that man drinking Budwiser. He had some sort of thermos or carafe, which, I am sure contained some sort of liqueur.
Maybe coffee, you’re right sir.
Well he kept pulling up clumps of seaweed. And saying something, which I took to be an explicative. Well sir, he said MINK-YAH. Yessir. He would say MINK-YA every time he pulled up a clump of seaweed.
Yessir, very strange.
Well sir, he did this for some time.
Well, he ended up pulling a rubber boot out of the water.
Yessir.
And I tell you, and I swear on the grave.
Yes. Of P.G.T. Beauregard.
Uh-huh.
Yes, some young men began laughing at him.
Well, he right produced a small handgun from his breast pocket.
Well sir, as a member of Charleston’s hunt and fish club, it was like nothing any of our members would own.
It was one of those cheap, disposable kinds.
Yes. Raven or the like.
Well, I know because I am an ethno-botanist.
Yessir.
Well sir, he yelled MINK-YAH and lowered the weapon at these young men, and emptied the tiny chamber.
Six shots, I believe sir.
Tragic. Yes sir.