Beaches? I've Got Bigger Fish to Fry ; Honeymooners and Hammocks... Not for Tom Adair, Who Set Off From Mauritius to Hook a Whopper Worthy of Old Papa Hemingway [Eire Region]
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The barracuda was definitely angry. It writhed and banged on the slippery deck, its jaws in spasm, snapping the air. It wanted revenge. I couldn't bring myself to look. I stared at the sky. The weather due north of us was awful.
The spiky mountains of Mauritius disappeared in bruises of cloud. Young Mike, the boat hand, whose job was to club the fish to death as humanely and quickly as he could, performed a dance, avoiding the jaws and sharp teeth.See the full content of this document
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Beaches? I've Got Bigger Fish to Fry ; Honeymooners and Hammocks... Not for Tom Adair, Who Set Off From Mauritius to Hook a Whopper Worthy of Old Papa Hemingway [Eire Region]
We sailed far out. Beneath us, hovering, shoals of psychedelic fish, gargantuan tuna, hammerhead sharks and spike-tusked marlin were hunting for food. A drifting sea-turtle swirled in the soup of the hot waves and was lost to view.
'What am I doing here,' I asked myself - a klutz pursuing his 'Hemingway moment' - braced and strapped in the chair bolted hard to...See the full content of this document
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