Well I was out at the quarry this morning, lying on the bottom, playing "dead",waiting for some Rescue Diver students to find me as they ran their search pattern.
And the bluegill were surrounding me as usual. Some poised in front of my mask as if looking at their reflection like they so often do.
Quick as lightning one of those feisty little S.O.B.s bit my upper lip just right of the center. Took some of the skin off and I am swollen and bruised.
I'm coming back next time with a spear gun and take out that little 8 ounce rascal. I'd recognize his face anywhere.
And the bluegill were surrounding me as usual. Some poised in front of my mask as if looking at their reflection like they so often do.
Quick as lightning one of those feisty little S.O.B.s bit my upper lip just right of the center. Took some of the skin off and I am swollen and bruised.
I'm coming back next time with a spear gun and take out that little 8 ounce rascal. I'd recognize his face anywhere.