Anyone who knows me knows I'm all about breaking stereo-types, so I did my part on the Skok on Friday by bumming a fish off of a black man. I "somehow" became intangled in this man's silver salmon while he was fighting it. He had a pretty good stringer of healty ho's going on the beach and didn't seem particularly interested in this one when it hit the beach, and I couldn't help laugh at the irony so I asked him if he wanted it. He gave it to me. About this time the thing came loose at our feet and made a break across the shallows headed for deeper water. I didn't want to look "too" desperate by chasing it down, so I made a half-hearted attempt to kick it to safety. I missed, but it swam under the boat, which was sitting on the graveld bar. We figured it got away. About 20 minutes later Tony looks down and sees a tail sticking from out under the chine of the boat, reaches down, grabs it and throws it in the boat.

Anyway, I was shoving grilled silver in my mouth Saturday night when Richard called and I told him that I was eating a fish I bummed off of a black man.