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Friday June 19th, 2009

Perched on the sandstone ledges above the tide pools and dressed only with his own patent reflective body sheen of REST-O-LUST, Wild Boar gland oil and Professor Gysis Trio Mummifying Paste, Wilf Whelpton Pills glistened like wet mica schist in the early morning sun.

Beside him, goose greased and stupefyingly statuesque, like a buff Boudicca bosom bare in nymphing horns, Auntie Marjorie readjusted her leatherette ZA Beachbabe High Hip casting thong and Eggleston's Sensible tool sheath Technobelt. In a roaring arc of blazing sparks she carefully honed a vicious point onto a hand cast bronze hook with her pocket ZA clockwork angle grinder and gazed lovingly at her diminutive, shiny partner,… resting,…. his head bowed meditatively in mental preparation for the brutal battle to come.

As the receding waters left the seaweed shelves, and winkle and limpet and whelk hunkered down on the drying rocks, as fiddler and hermit burrowed into the sand or found the safe shadow of submerged stones in the scourings beneath the towering cliffs, still stupid sea hares, starfish, nudibrach and urchin slid, bladder wrack senseless to the falling tides, grazing on the algae in the warming pools, wholly unaware of the deadly predators that flared, aura sparking, above their watery refuge.

Marjorie slipped off the wax paper coverings from the two handed one piece SJ, black, stealth matte, 25' of unrestrained supersensitive fish fighting fury.

In the hands of an expert practitioner like Wilf, this rod could throw a sea nymph almost 34' with effortless ease, for those of lesser skill foolish enough to try, there could only be a tortured future of hernia repair and long term genital numbness.

Psychologically prepared at last, lifting his burnished brow and squinting slightly through his protective sun visors, Wilf cracked his knuckles purposefully, hefted his mighty tool and looked up mystically at his towering wife.....

"I have done the "dreaming", Marjorie......." he said commanding and confident, eyes bright with emotion and very slightly bloodshot from the REST-O-LUST fumes..

".....today….. we get the Blenny"


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