It dumped a good six inches here last night. The kind of long in the shovel, heavy, wet snow that muffles the city like a maw full of peanut butter. And so today's hunt will in fact be more of a mush as we set out for that most treasured and magical secret spot known as Bill's Lobsters.
Though the going may be tough the good news is that, thanks to the miracle of air travel, Bill is sure to have fresh stocks of iced down pelagics, crustations and various freshwater delicacies.
And so with shekels for spearguns we now set out on mission and promise to return home victorious and belly full.
Posted by pike at December 22, 2004 01:50 PM