Circle Hooks

Guy was casting his fishing pole line off in the water at the end of the old wooden dock up in Cedar Key Florida..........

He hooked something big and heavy... why the  thick old pole was nearly doubled over.
He looked out across the near horizon as a tattered ragged edged dorsal fin just broke the surface he caught a glimpse of it,  the fish nearly pulled him off the dock and was tearing the pole out of his hands almost.....

Guy had hooked a tired old Sail Fish............. they are  the chameleons of the fish world you know?

The poor old fish......... had seen better days.............. Guy drug him up on the shore and laid him there...

His beautiful rainbow colors were gone.... from  some time in the  past.........  Guy went off to see about the raw chicken he had left in the car overnight while the fish laid there,  it should be o.k. right?  I mean it was not cold but cooking it in the deep fryer should fix anything wrong with it... he thought... if it were say spoiled or had salmonella or something...........

He let one person know that the chicken might be contaminated and of course the word spread like wild fire and nobody wanted to eat any of the delicious  warm fried chicken later ... not even him.

Guy looked at the now pastie  Gray blue  fish laying there in the dirt... gasping.... poor fucker.... an old man passed by that was  a renowned local artist...... he pronounced the rare to the  local waters  fish,  dead...... Guy did not think so... he saw movement.

He took the old tired fish by the tail and drug it towards the water and thru some Zoysia grass even turning the fish once so he was more comfortable  scraping along the ground the fish was not dead yet he figured  as he hoped... he waded out into the water on the  sharp rocks around and all those beds of oyster shells... like razors sticking up in the distance...

Wouldn't you know the old fish looked him in the eye and swam off....  he was trying to get pictures of this all along and had two waterproof cameras.. the cheap kind... pretty much everything was out of focus and askew... he figured and he had not even developed the film yet, Still he knew... or maybe he would get the lucky shot.

After the less then Trophy fish swam off... an old friend shouted... Look Out!  heavens, there to Guy's immediate left  was a huge snake rared up  covered in seaweed over its  head even like it  was wearing a wig that was on crooked... with jutting sharp lower teeth,  it was o.k. it turned out it was a friendly snake........

her name was Margarita ..... she was just saying ...hello.......... Still it Scared Guy.........

Guy wandered off down the shore just a bit... to a man made tidal pool a sort of concrete and block tub where people could dip in the water...  no one was there he was alone...  a tackle box sat in the corner...submerged..........
He picked it up it was full of water he opened it and inside were a few things...  an old compass being one,
some bric a brac like parts for a wheel puller and some nuts and bolts...he thought to himself... I will keep it....

As he exited the water two rough looking fellows with blond hair and in blue T Shirts.. barrel Chested.. he sort of knew from the past had seen what Guy had done with the fish...

There hearts had softened...... even though they looked mean.... they invited Guy to a party... Guy thought a moment and pretty girls entered his mind...  Sure... Lets go he said....... as they traipsed off.......... towards the glitter and glam.

Guy did spit out the chicken even though he figured it probably would not make him sick... it was mostly the thought of it and all the other people that were upset at him over the idea of him giving it to them to eat after it had sat in the car overnight and gotten warm.

The Sail Fish.......... a chameleon of a fish......... Guy removed the silver glistening hook before releasing the wizened old fish into the strange waters where the species was rarely found.

Circle Hooks................