The Adventurous fishing tale

We quested on a early 5:30 morning pondering on how we were to slay the great bounty of fish for tonights supper. The trip was long and tricky, my untrusted co pilot failed to read accurately the map even though his eyes were sharp as a eagle. We found ourselves lost in a deserted old Lutheran church. The stench of holy crackers and old bible pages christen the air. Soon fear became over me and we dashed off into the opposite direction, for any place was better than to be surrounded by a Christian mafia with their evil Christian rock[ music so terrifiying that it would incinerate your freewill from the outside in]. Following the scent of the mighty crappie fish we quickly found our way. When we came up to a toll booth it was a extremely horrifying site for we had forgotten our money, but alass captain Erik knew of a treasure he had kept in the "save the erik fund". Our savior again the save the erik fund was a miracle worker, spitting out dollar after dollar till the toll booth monster was fed. We raced to capture the mighty fish, but first I had to go to the little pirate’s room for a mean shit. It was surprisingly clean but still wreaked of national park. The toilet paper seemed soft but was suspiciously one ply, those cheap bastards! Off to the hunt for fishes we go, watching the wild prey we saw other hunters of this wild breed of fish doing their native rituals of casting off in these small metal boats. We studied these tribal men and found that they were incisively territorial and often chased us away. We soon found a rock nestled in the company of the misunderstood poison oak. It twas the perfect spot to hunt for our prey, protected by our poison oak shield and under the nice shade we casted our bait to the mystic abyss of weeds and water, preying for our floaters to sink. A NIBBLe, yes a nibble, and my worm was stolen, i was pist and my partner angry, for he was the mighty Andrew the cubano plabano . Soon we discovered our flaw for the clever prey was too small for the hooks we had baited. After the switching of the hooks the fish soon learned who was their master for I “erik the conqueror” was their champion. Fish after fish I caught and flung it back almost toying with thier puny minds for I was their master. Andrew and his trusty rod fought the good fight but alass was cheated by the legendary "bastard fish" who’s cunning and skill would match even my own. But I caught one of his brethren and gave it to my friend as a peace offering, maybe to serve as an ambassador to the new bastard fish kind, when I gave the fish to andrew he could not be happier, with a glimmer in his eye he slowly smiled. I asked him “what did he wish to do with the bastard fish ?” only to see him in reply flicking the fish with an awesome fury, flick after flick the fish took the hits, but resilience was the bastard fishes strongest virtue. ANdrew being the master interrogation and manipulation soon smacked the fish on the rock screaming “your not the better of me!” in a attempt to break the fishes will. The fish stood strong but weakened by the ordeal. Andrew seeing the might of the bastard fish casted him back into the waters to serve as a warning to the other bastard fish of what was to come in the future. Andrew then unhooked the bastard fish and laid the smack down on the fish and threw it in the water at ludicrous speed. As I saw the fish floating on its side I knew that andrew had won and his thirst for bastard fish blood was not over but had just begun. to be continued........