Oh. I must have ducked out to go wee-wee when DZ said that.
Anyhoo, you guys are killing me.
I go fishing to get AWAY from that kind of crap. The LAST thing I would ever want is to get into a confrontation with anyone in the deep of the night.
I'm more afraid of rabid critters (skunks, racoons) than I am with two-legged bloofish.
Ever walk along the Ditch late at night and hear the screeching of 'coons?
It's about that time when I start recalling all those awful made-for-TV Peter Benchley flicks ...
