With day one in the books I was ready for an encore. Catching my first tuna and dolphin was a blast, but there was more fish to be caught. The morning ritual started just as the day before, creating pancakes out of a 12′ wide monofilament, lead-weighted net.
Summer on the Road Part III
The Psychopomp and the Angler
Ferrying deceased fish, glistening effigies to a former prowess, onto to their final resting places is my profession. I do not dispense the deathblows, as I am but a humble butcher. I lay no judgement upon the fish beyond that which dictates the preparation of their flesh. I move them quickly and freshly onward through the afterlife, and no second […]