Fairhope Pier: Impossible for normal men...

... to catch anything last night. I watched the brilliant explosions of the lightning show as it illuminated the curtains of rain crossing Mobile Bay. I braced against the howling winds that white-capped the shallow waters clear to the shoreline, and stared at the churning, chocolate-brown waters with frustration and disappointment. The distinctive odor of electricity frying an atmosphere rendered me uneasy. It would be impossible for a normal man ...

Anyway, I caught 8 little (12") Specks and a slot Red (legal) using nothing but plastic string, a fancy stick and a sharpened sliver of metal weighing barely more than 1/8th oz. and covered in colorful material. Also a fishing reel and a landing net, but those were mere accessories.

The sea was indeed angry, and a normal man- a sane man- would have accepted the inevitable and bowed to the powers of mighty Nature at her strongest. But now, a fine dinner of seafood excellence awaits me, even while some chant Luck! and Warlock! from the shadows. Beware, Beware the trick of the treat as the mighty Crappie Jig slays all who doubt it's power and totally rad awesomeness.

I'm Pop Jiggity, and I approve this message. I'm also sleep deprived so ... yeah. Ok then.

Thanks POP , enjoyed your resplendent literary account .