E-peshawari
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 8
I moseyed.
For those of you who don't know a mosey; you have a place to go ... but not fast.
A mosey differs from a meander; a meander has no destination.
So I moseyed out to the end of the pier and started to go in front of the lighthouse. Josie hollered.
I couldn't hear what she was saying, so I trucked on back.
"Stay where I can see you ... shoo!"
She went inside the coral block house and came back out with a lounge and a brown bottle. She stripped, sat and started working on removing the pink ... ah hah! paint remover ... until she took a big slug.
Shit!
I started casting and moving inshore ... meandered a mosey ... I guess. I knew where I was headed but didn't want it to be obvious...
... until I hooked a big one. It immediately sky-danced, tail-walked, sounded and headed right for me. I was cranking for all I was worth. Thank the gods I was paying attention ... that monster had row upon row upon row after row of very white teeth ... they sparkled in the sun ... on the tips.
SHIT!
I ducked.
Flat.
I'd never seen anything like it ... thirty feet of killer instinct. Dangly feelers ... with barbs ... a spike tail ... HOLY SHIT!
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.