Sharks

We used to catch sharks in the surf. That was back in the days. The ocean is their home. So that’s where they are. Don’t try to be disputating; I’m telling you the facts. 

OK, so I’m wading out to my belly. Now I look down and say: Oh whoa-whoa-whoa, man — that’s a six-foot shark! How can I tell, when it’s after sundown? I’ll tell you: First, take a look at the fins — if they’re big, with a dorsal tip that’s black, then go and run for your life.

Once I was standing for a while, out back of the ocean, and I caught a little tunie as small as a bee. No, wait a minute: that’s a ladyfish. Just think if it was a giant flounder — I wish! Fifty foot steel cable with nylon coating, and something bit right through. Dang, I need to go get my hat.