It's not often I get an opportunity to go fishing. I mean between work and the work I do after work and the work I do fixing the work I did after work that just didn't work out, there's just no time to pull out the old boat and head out on the water. It's only when I can finally drive my wife crazy enough by half-assing the work she gives me that I get thrown out of the house and get to go fishing.
Well, it was a Friday, a Friday I had off of work, a Friday when I had my wife throwing pots and pans at me by nine am that I got to pull the boat out and head out on the water. Now we're actually located along a bay, just off a ship canal that eventually leads out to a gulf, but to me it was open seas as long as the wife was far behind me.
Anyway, I stopped off and grabbed something to bring along for lunch and was heading out into the chop of the bay. The sun was out which gave the normally murky gray waters a bright blue shine that belied the mud, garbage and crap that was hidden beneath the surface. Yeah it's disgusting, that's why I stay in the boat.
So I head out to a few of my favorite spots. There was nothing too special about them other than I've normally caught a fish or two in the area. I usually marked the spot by noting two separate landmarks. Unfortunately, the hurricane in the past year change a lot of the surrounding shore line, so it was more of a guessing game than anything else.
Well, as luck would have it I got my line fouled up on just my third cast. I tried and tried to free the line, but just couldn't do it. I tried to reel in whatever I'd snagged but that wasn't working either. I was ready to cut my line and lose my expensive lure when I felt the tension on the line lighten up.
Reeling in now, I noticed some netting surfacing and there, tangled in the netting was an enormous fish tale. Grabbing the netting, I worked my lure loose and set my rod aside and continued pulling in the netting. As I pulled the fish onboard I noticed its long blonde hair and as I turned it on its back, its beautiful breasts.
I'd only run into mermaids twice before while fishing and both of them cussed me out in their mermaid language. I couldn't figure out if it was because I pulled them onto the boat or because I was so drunk, but I quickly slipped them back into the water. I really wasn't too upset about it all, because as fish they might have been attractive, but as mermaids they were tail fin ugly.
This mermaid was really quite beautiful, I mean besides the long blonde hair and her well proportioned breasts, she had a cute little nose, some full lips and delicate cheekbones. Her eyes hadn't opened, so I quickly untangled her tail from the netting and tossed the netting aside.
Once I got her tail untangled she opened her eyes, exposing two beautiful sea blue eyes, not the sea blue you see around here, more like the sea blue of the Atlantic, far away from this damned muddy gulf. Shaking my head I asked, "Are you okay?"