My wonderful friend Rosie and I were talking
about the joy of "going fishing" yesterday,
and although I'm not a "let's go fishing"
person, I had several folk in my family who
enjoyed it, and were known to make a big deal
out of it.
Our conversation started when Rosie said she
LOVED to go fishing, and that she and her
husband needed to get a fishing license before
the upcoming fishing season started.
I asked her what kind of bait they liked, thinking
of the times my father loved to go fishing and would
always brag about using a Wheaties & peanut butter
ball (his concoction) as bait. It was the best bait,
as far as he was concerned.
Rosie said that she and her family have used them all,
and, she proceeded to name the various kinds bait, which,
of course, went right over my head.
If it ain't worms, then I haven't got a clue about
fishing bait. I'd rather sit poolside somewhere, rum
punch in hand, with some SERIOUS reggae rockin' in
the background.
Rock on! Cherry O! Cherry O, Baaabay!
The conversation paused. I snapped out of my Jamaican
daydream. Rosie went on: "Ya' know I saw a kid one time,
drop a chicken leg he was eatin', into the lake where we
were fishin', and before that leg could hit the water, a
big ol' catfish jumped up, caught it, and took it under-
water to eat."
NO WAY!", I yelled, stunned. My mouth dropped open;
I stared at her in total disbelief. "Yep!", she said,
totally unfazed by my reaction, and moved on to another
topic.
I just sat there, mind racing, thinking how this incident
must be the signal of the end of the world as we know it.
It wasn't the fact that the catfish had jumped from the
water to catch the chicken leg that stunned me - nope, not
at all!- it was that the catfish was EATIN' CHICKEN!
THINK ABOUT IT! A fish eatin' chicken?!!
Now, that's frickin' scary! Next thing ya' know, catfish
everywhere will be fightin' to stand in line at KFC!
Mmmmmm! NOW, THAT'S FIN LICKIN' GOOD!
Aggggggggggggggggghhhh!
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