Tales From The Fishkeeper
So I'm not so good with the titles and subjects thing. So sue me. Well, don't actually. I don't really have the money to hire a lawyer or anything.
But that has nothing to do with today's topic. I have decided that since I have no life I will tell funny stories I heard many years ago in a bid to entertain any who wander across this slice of inanity.
Is that a word? I don't think it's a word.
Anyways.
Many years ago I was taken fishing at a pond on the property of some friends of my parents. I was about six or seven and I caught a fairly big fish. Well, it was big to a kid that age, okay? I even got to watch it clubbed to death which I was actually kinda grateful for because a huge, slimy, floppy fish can be pretty scary.
So. We brought it in, and there's a picture somewhere of me holding the thing and smiling because I just managed to catch a fish. Well, it turns out that the fish, or possibly one or both of its parents, had been caught before and taken to a fish store to be sold. It was put on ice and sat there for weeks. Eventually the guy who ran the store decided he wasn't going to sell them, took 'em out to a pond and dumped the fishes in.
They swam off.
Mom freaked out completely upon hearing this tale of ressurection from the freezer and demanded that John and Marite cut the fish's head off so that we could all be sure it was dead. It was done and we brought the fish home to be cooked some day.
We never cooked it and it just sat in the freezer for years and years. Finally Dad took it out and disposed of it. Of course, given the history of either the animal or its parentage, who knows? Maybe it wound up swimming off to give birth to a new species of headless fish.
Keep that in mind the next time you're buying seafood.
But that has nothing to do with today's topic. I have decided that since I have no life I will tell funny stories I heard many years ago in a bid to entertain any who wander across this slice of inanity.
Is that a word? I don't think it's a word.
Anyways.
Many years ago I was taken fishing at a pond on the property of some friends of my parents. I was about six or seven and I caught a fairly big fish. Well, it was big to a kid that age, okay? I even got to watch it clubbed to death which I was actually kinda grateful for because a huge, slimy, floppy fish can be pretty scary.
So. We brought it in, and there's a picture somewhere of me holding the thing and smiling because I just managed to catch a fish. Well, it turns out that the fish, or possibly one or both of its parents, had been caught before and taken to a fish store to be sold. It was put on ice and sat there for weeks. Eventually the guy who ran the store decided he wasn't going to sell them, took 'em out to a pond and dumped the fishes in.
They swam off.
Mom freaked out completely upon hearing this tale of ressurection from the freezer and demanded that John and Marite cut the fish's head off so that we could all be sure it was dead. It was done and we brought the fish home to be cooked some day.
We never cooked it and it just sat in the freezer for years and years. Finally Dad took it out and disposed of it. Of course, given the history of either the animal or its parentage, who knows? Maybe it wound up swimming off to give birth to a new species of headless fish.
Keep that in mind the next time you're buying seafood.