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Our
first day of fishing began early when we were awakened by someone
in our room who claimed to be our maid. Our trouble with the language
caused her to misunderstand when we asked to see her credentials.
Since we needed to dress quickly and get down down to the beach to
meet the boat, we asked her to leave and come back later to clean
while we were gone. We figured this should be no problem for her since
we appeared to be the only guests in a 200-room hotel. |
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While
waiting for the boat to arrive, Chuck and Bart, knowing nothing about
local waters or what might be in them, nevertheless argued their strategy
for the day's fishing. Bart also wanted to know why Chuck got to carry
the rods and he had to carry the dumb snacks. |
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the boat was being poled in, Chuck and Bart discussed with Daniel--the
kid who fixed them up with the charter--the fact that because it was
low tide they would need to wade out to the boat. Mark, who earlier
had said he wasn't going to wade out to no boat, hung back. |
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Mark,
after finally being coerced into taking off his freaking shoes and socks,
gives the "I'm all right" sign to any onlookers who may have
been worried about the effect of the frigid 65 degree water on his tootsies. |
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at last we were underway, bound for Consag Island to go for the "beeg"
ones. |
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