Okay, I’m not saying there was a fair amount of fishing going on at the beach…
But when fish start falling from the sky, something is up.
I kid you not, a bird flew over the condo and dropped a “live” (slightly used) fish on the deck in front of us. It was a pretty large Whiting.
At first, I’m thinking manna from heaven until we see the claw marks on the fish scales.
Of course, then, a full scale rescue operation sets into motion with someone going to fetch a bucket and (fresh?) water to put in it.
The fish didn’t seem to mind, but I felt a little funny about this rescue considering I was heading out right then to go fishing.
I saw a 4 ft. shark rolling in the shallow surf to catch mullet and then wriggling back out to sea.
Just when I think it can’t get any crazier, I look out and there are 40 boats parked right outside the condo, polls out.
Either Captain Ahab has hired his own hit squad as a vendetta against the white whale or the dinner bell has rung.