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MalcolmNathaniel -> Here is a random story: (7/16/2013 4:15:43 PM)
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When my family first moved to Pennsylvania we went on a family canoe trip on the Delaware River. We actually had to cross the river to rent canoes on the New York side of the river. We were a few miles North of Narrowsburg.
After a few miles of nice, calm river we went through the narrows. The narrows is also known as Skinners Falls. My canoe didn't take on water, everyone else .....got a little wet.
Shortly thereafter we pulled off on a small island to:
a) dry off
b) eat some lunch
While we were eating lunch my little brother got his hands dirty.
Well, hey! There is a big river full of running water that you can use to wash off your hands!
So little bro waded into the river to wash his hands.
At this point I should point out that when a bit younger we had spent a couple of years in the South Pacific. The water was crystal clear and you could see the more violent types of fish from a long ways away. The Delaware isn't quite so clear.
So when a fin comes poking out of the surface of the water you don't know what it is. My little brother was washing his hands in the river when a fin broke the surface and was aimed straight at him. In a panic he reached into the canoe next to him and grabbed a paddle.
*WHACK* *SPLASH* *WHACK* *SPLASH*
My little brother managed to club to death a three and a half foot shad* with a CANOE PADDLE! Now that's some impressive fishing.
And you thought being paddled by your dom/domme was harsh.
*That's a type of river fish.
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