The Blackcountry Man

By brickmaker

Rough Seas Ahead.....

As tradition means we men have to be the hunter/gatherer this week, we normally go and catch a load of Mackerel, so five intrepid men ventured on the seas.
Now this is where it all started to go wrong, as it was blowing a gale and as we went further out to sea the rougher it got, and to cap it all we only caught 2 fish, and that is not enough to feed 24 of us, to top it all one of our party started to ground bait the area with his breakfast and lunch, and still we didn't catch anything.

Even the Sea gulls gave up on us, so the total catch on the boat was 5 fish in all, and only two for us.

Then as we were on our way back in we saw this fishing boat coming out and it was flying the Jolly Roger, well they certainly could pinch any fish from us today.

Back on land our poorly chap was holding on to the hand rails, crying "Never again, Never again", last seen being comforted by his wife who was pouring fluids into him.

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