Crazy day a the canal.

[numbskull]

Originally Posted by Back Beach

I heard Numbskull was harassing a group of eel fishers who decided to set up on his spot. Word has it he was later seen probing the rocks at low tide with a sharpened stick...probably looking for the chum I released yesterday...

Those eel-fishers are indeed a nasty lot. Uncouth, gaseous oafs, spewing curses and other foul noises from deep within their ancient redball waders when, struggling to breathe over their ponderous guts, they lean forward to unhook their ill-gotten bounty, crudely ripping hooks from deep within the soft innards of unfortunate 26" bass that have inhaled sadistically impaled eels, unnoticed while the eel-fishers frantically concentrate their feeble minds on finding and scratching their testicles hopelessly hidden under the residue from years of beer swilling.

A pretty sight it is not, dear sir, indeed the vermin have become a serious public nuisance, the canal rocks are slippery with the slime of their eels, their phlegmatic expectorations, and their putrid body oils. So fouled is the place that fish of all varieties throw themselves against their instincts into the harsh air, gills gasping for relief from their torment. I have seen it with my own eyes and found its injustice unbearable. It is time to fight back. So pulling on my custom Simms waders (and the other expensive paraphernalia us holy plugger types would not be seen without) I have taken up my sharpened staff, fire hardened to drive through the frozen hearts of those that would rise from the dead, and begun my holy crusade for righteousness.

If you know what is good for you, you would give up your evil addiction to squirming creatures and rubber, hightail it back to some far off golf links, and say hi to NIB for me.