The Trouble with Spikol; It's a Fluke; Wherein the Author Fishes for a New Experience-and Gets More Than She Bargained For.
Philadelphia Weekly › July 31, 2009
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"How'd you do today?" [Ishmael] shouted from the car. Everyone answered him, which seemed strange to me. The camaraderie between fishermen seems to be much friendlier than the camaraderie between, say, journalists. ("What's your latest scoop?" "Shut up and drink your beer.")
It's completely debilitating--and, I know, ridiculous. As my psychiatrist always says, "What are you afraid of? That these people will die?" Maybe, but when they're getting sick, I wish to hell they'd die so they'd just shut up already."Hey," he said, "I don't want to be here. But I have two kids." (Yet another argument for birth control.) He also said: "Even if you've never gotten seasick, you'll get seasick today." Great.See the full content of this document
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The Trouble with Spikol; It's a Fluke; Wherein the Author Fishes for a New Experience-and Gets More Than She Bargained For.
The plan was to go for an eight-hour trip on the ocean angling for fluke, which are essentially left-handed flounder. My veteran fisherman friend Ishmael and I stopped by the dock in Cape May the day before to ask the others how things had gone on their trip.
"How'd you do today?" Ishmael shouted from the car. Everyone answered him, which seemed strange to me....See the full content of this document
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