It happens that on a winters day yesterday to be specific, three now wiser men decided to go do some fish shopping at one of our local fishing malls, Ft.George/Ribault launch. Upon our arrival it was quiet not even a mouse or a solo skiff could be heard.
However shopping was horrific the only sales available were on every piece of crap fish known to mankind. I had the pleasure of landing not one, oh no that wouldn't be enough, but two nasty behind robin fish or whatever their called, nine blue fish and yes I did finally find a sales table offering a few specials on the over the counter" fruit of the loom, regular line" trout David (unincom ) and Clark weren't far behind me in the crapola shopping experience, however Clark does have a knack for shopping and did find a few Reds on special, but not his usual 3XXX large types.
The fun really starts when the Grinch that stole Christmas rolled up on David in a 15 foot Key West. He looked like Opie and she was all of 2 feet 7 inches with the attitude of a Genghis Khan, Now David who hails from our great northeast and is endowed with that northeastern DNA suave blasted the little oriental women and Opie. She began yelling some Christmas cheer in some type of dual Mongolian/Cantonese dialect and by observation of her body language, people! I don't believe she was wishing David a Merry Christmas nor a happy new year, she was not being a nice teenee weenee person.
In the back of the store where all the blue light specials on Reds were occurring another idiot in an aluminum motorized "deliverance" special damn near rolled right over Clark, as he frantically was waving his arms to get the "swamp persons" attention to no avail. Little angler Elf's..... it was now time to GO!
But as all stories go, one must first get loaded and out of the fish malls parking lot safely before I can say "THE END", not so fast. As we approached the once quite launch where not even a mouse or solo skiff could be heard, you remember the place, right? Well now it was inundated with Buba, Ernastine, and all their moonshining cousins, wading waste deep in water with their Zepco's blazing while sucking down pickled pigs feet and day old sausage biscuits and sucking down the proverbial BUD LIGHT, lets not forget while choking on a Marlboro red heater. At this point Clark inquired HEY! are not all these people suppose to be at the flea market LOL, What a day little elf's so to all a Merry Christmas and to all a good night.
OH..... and don't go fish shopping on a weekend.
JR
