One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
An Unfortunate Bluefish Encounter
Sorry, you'll have to tilt your head. . .
My own first encounter with a bluefish was somewhat similar. After moving to Florida from the West Coas, where I had encountered very few toothy fish outside of aquariums, I soon caught a bluefish from the fishing pier at Melbourne Inlet. Not knowing them, while unhooking it, I mistakenly allowed my index finger tip to get caught between its jaws. It clamped on, and left a line of holes across the fingernail, in addition to tearing the other side, and leaving me dripping blood. The other fishermen thought that was hysterical too, just like these guys.
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