i was gonna do some dolphin fishing (legalities aside). but i fear that there will be non left at the end of the day. all beaten to death in a brutal fashion by revolutionaries. maybe they will make a come back when the tuna return.
There he stands, draped in more equipment than a telephone lineman, trying to outwit an organism with a brain no bigger than a breadcrumb, and getting licked in the process. ~Paul O'Neil, 1965