Friday, January 13, 2006

In Response to Your E-Mail

"Land that fish!" yelled the captain. It was a kingfish, thirty pounds at least, and both angler and fish were exhausted.

"Where's the gaff hook?" I yelled back. It was my first voyage as a deckhand on this scow.

"No gaff hook," said the captain as he came down the ladder from the top deck. "Here, try these two poles."

"What the hell do I do with these?" I asked.

"You manipulate the poles so that the fish is trapped between them, then lift it up," he said.

"Manipulate them? Bloody hell!" I yelled. "The fish is going to get away! Get me a gaff hook!"

Which is why I don't use chopsticks.

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