The charter boat chugged slowly through the harbor, toward the jetty and the East Pass. On board were the man, Rusty, Bobby, Jerry, Danny and George. They were co-workers. Each July, the boss paid for an employee only weekend fishing trip to Destin, Florida. He chartered the boats, paid for the rooms in the Village Inn across the street from… Read moreSome Fisherman | Part One

They were trolling fairly slowly. Thomas had been watching the shark rod. He had gone forward in the cabin to the head and when he returned, he saw the tip of the rod bobbing and bowing fairly hard. “Hey,” he said to the mate, “I think we’ve got some action on that shark rod.” The mate went to the rod,… Read moreSome Fisherman | Part Two

After towing the shark about a mile, the captain cut the throttle. “I can’t do this,” he said. “It’s too much strain and too much weight. Get him back to the stern and see if we can pull it on board from there. If we can’t, we’ll cut it loose. I’m not going to tear my boat up trying to… Read moreSome Fisherman | Part Three