Roger is a dog fisherman. Like his father, and his father before him, he sails the waters of his seaside village seeking the elusive dog fish. It is a hard life: He must launch before the dawn, steering his small craft beyond the harbor to where the dog fish frolic. The choice of bait is essential; while most prefer a tennis ball or squeaky newspaper, Roger reaches into his cooler and produces an old slipper once worn by his grandfather. “It has the authentic scent,” he explains. Sure enough, the day is successful, and Roger returns with a Corgi, a twelve-pounder at least. Before he leaves, he turns to face the ocean. The sea is a fickle mistress. This he knows. Tomorrow she may deny him. One day she may claim him. But today he has her blessing, and so he pauses to offer his silent thanks.
Epic, Murray C.
I don’t know what I expected on the scrolldown…
… but it wasn’t that.
Hysterical! Epic scrolldown, reminds me of Hemingway’s Old Man & The Sea.
The caption on the Imgur page:
“When he wants to go for a walk, but doesn’t do any of the walking”
😀 😀
Some happy fishing buddies.
Mike, you are a treasure!!
“Squeaky newspaper”?
Aaaaaahhhhhh…
What would we do without our researcher! Thanks, Allein.
And thank you, Mike, for working your magic – I always love sending you something and your turning it topsy turvy into something new and totally unexpected.
“A twelve pounder at least”….???
This is why I rarely include commentary when I send Mike stuff. I just want to see where his mind goes.
Absolutely! Let the man do his job!!!?