A Del Barber story:
It was probably 89 or 90 and we were fishing Fresh Pond Rocks. Del was a fixture there. Well, he was fishing the right side of there rocks where he claimed there was a channel in the rocks (all BS). Anyway, Del needed to take a crap so he waddled up to the snow fence away from the rocks, dropped his waders around his ankles and commences to take a crap. All of a sudden he lost his balance and went ass over tea kettle and ended up like a turtle on it's back. Giant ass up in the air and his waders around his ankles. He starts yelling "Somebody want to help me"? Well as you can imagine this was just too good to mess with. Guys are taking pictures and hooting and hollerin' all over the beach. Del was getting madder and madder and, if memory serves me right, it was Habs who finally went over to help Dell. Course John made Del pay for it.
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