Yes we did catch some fish mom, kinda sorta :P we did not hang around hornby, to much traffic
Woot the hell is this place coming to, nothin but traffic outs there
We bounce de bounce down to two fingers. Blah! Frito can tell the stories...frito gots the biggest chinook...a 30 pounder, or so he figures, as the only thing left was the head. hahahahahahahahahahhaaha
Nobody brings the home the slabs in nanamio anymore mom, yous gots to be lucky. Seals! mom..cleaver
seals, they are to. Seals have learned a new skill mom, and they are dam
good at it, only improving and honing that skill year after year, now they
are darn near stealth, able to cloak...leaving their calling card a head on
a hook. Ah! their cleverness will be there undoing, they have made a
dangerous enemy MAN, he does not stand a chance. So I say mr. whiskers if you
want my fish...have at her....bon appetit...... enjoy while you can....
Seals are friendly creatures, I knew one, he would come to the dock and take
the fish out of my hand, on these occassions I had the opportunity to look
into those eyes, yup there was something there, he knew it and I knew it.
But I did not appreciate him stealing my crabs out of my trap!
The hate for them grows stronger and and
stronger. Still tho, vey vey cleaver, perhaps they will make it.
2 toed hippy gots a 18 pounder in tack...anchovie+coyote spoon. Mostly tho mom is being out there
a different world, you see things you don't see everyday, everything smells different, all the noise is different, all the critters are different. Its a different reality. Humors abound about the run starting up the alberni canal
You know that frito needs a slap upside the head
This is the message he left on my answering machine:
What the **** do you have a answering machine....you never check your ******* messages! I not leaving a message!
calls frito's cell.......no answer....leave message...
Why the **** do you have a cell phone! You never answer the dam thing! I am not leaving a message!