So, I just got woken up by the weirdest dream. Can't go back to sleep now and my wife (who snores like a bull moose in heat) is providing background music. All the talk about fishing lately in other threads must have triggered it.
I'm at the back of a house right on the waters edge of this cove. There"s an old boat up on the rocks that runs from the water edge to the top of the seawall on an angle and we"re using it to fish from. When I was a kid in Wildwood we always got excited when the weakfish were running, pretty fish that fights like hell. So, I cast my line, bang! Hit a weakfish, reel it in and a raccoon steals it!
Had this happen many times trout fishing and I never get mad, I'm happy to feed 'em a good meal.
So I cast again, immediately hook another one and as I look into the water a decent sized bull shark takes this one.
We had two house's in Wildwood when I was a kid connected by a wrap around porch right on the northern tip. Atlantic ocean a few blocks East, estuary with marina's a few blocks North, and salt marshes right behind us. When there was a spring tide the water came up through the storm drains to flood the low end of the street. Then it was spider crab soccer time. The Sea Robin's would come up too and croak like frogs... I hated catching those things, no fish should have legs and that many fins/spins and make sounds like that. Young bullsharks were constant fish s tealers in the back bays. Here's the house. Man have they developed the area. The water used to be right across the street on New York Ave... no marina's anymore either. They also built where our outdoor showers used to be. I LOVED those showers. Anyway....
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So I cast again, reel in another monster and I look to my right and there's a fuck1ng elephant seal on the rock who falls into the water and takes my fish! This goes on over and over again. The best one was another raccoon, this time in a little dress like something old ladies put their dogs in. Don't ask cause I don't know... anyway the last thing that shows up is a freaking salt water crocodile! The guy I'm with, just a guy that I was annoyed with for some reason, (reminded me of my Uncle Joe) jumps on the back of the croc screaming "Not this time!" Pulls a Steve Irwin and screams at me "Get the gun!" So I run into the house screaming where"s Kevin! (A friend of mine who carries) Someone screams he's in the bathroom.... Next scene I have my arm shoved through a half opened door with my eyes closed screaming at him to shut up and give me his .45. I run back outside, the guy is on this things back with his arms wrapped around it's head, I run up and put the muzzle against the sweet spot just behind the eyes at the back of the skull and BOOM. Shoot it dead. My last memory before I woke up was me sitting on the deck of this old boat on the rocks next to the crocodile, gun still in my hand and pissed that I didn't catch any fish. I need a drink.