Fishing at Marti's on the Fourth of July is becoming a tradition. This year, Marti hooked the big one...in the tail.
It was a mighty battle.
It took help hauling the thing ashore. Just as they landed the puppy, it fought its way free.
Unlike most fish stories, we have proof of its massive girth.
I was there when Marti landed the next catch, too.
Later Marti asked Mertis why she seems bent on squeezing the life out of the little creatures when she's taking them off the hook. (We always throw them back.)
"That's how I was taught," Mert answered. "You hold them like that so their gills don't cut you."
Marti stabbed the air with her finger. "You're making that up! I think you're trying to pop their little eyeballs out," she cried.
"You mean cuz I grab 'em like this?" Mert asked.
Exactly.
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