‘Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark’ 2019 Review: Fishing for Turds
“But the local government does not respect my tastes. As we speak, our ‘representatives’ – and I use that term loosely – are ratifying laws banning the harvesting of the red fish. Try as I might but I cannot sway a coalition of progressive bureaucrats. And all this is on the heels of a biannual feast I throw for my friends in this beautiful palace.
The Pablo Ground flag was 9 miles from the tip of the south jetty, and the Middle Ground flag was 4.5 miles past it on the same 116-degree course. The day was perfectly clear and the captain and I were both shocked when our running time told us we should be at Pablo Ground, but there was no flag. We felt even stranger when we arrived where Middle Ground should be, and there was again no flag to be seen. After debating what to do, we decided to hold our course and run another 5 miles to another flagged location on the same course.
He started Fishing Buddy Studios and founded the Fish Stories Archive. This little search bar is the gateway to 1,000’s of fishing stories from around the world. Angler names, fish species, bodies of water… the possibilities for finding great fishing audio begin here. Fine blonde hairs on taught limbs moved in the breeze.
It’s a toothy critter that he has spent a lot of time chasing. Bruce had no problems thinking of a fishing mentor to talk about. His stories might ring a bell for some of you, and his advice rings true. Larry Myhre makes custom Bamboo fly rods and loves to chase fish with them.
We called it a night but my friend’s cousin looked distracted; he kept looking at the lake and smiling and there was also a hint of fear in his eyes. Then the shrieking scream we had heard before came out of her mouth. My cousin and I were petrified and got into the car and drove off, haven’t gone to “our spot” ever since. We have never told anyone what happened but I can still hear that scream from time to time. I was a pharmaceutical representative covering the New Hampshire and Maine territory.
I looked around at the others, and sure enough, Epsilon seemed to bob in the water for a moment before finding his footing again. The other three men took their time to catch their breath. One of the tribesmen stepped forward and stuck out his arm. I barely registered one of our guns in his hand before he pressed it to one of the men’s forehead and pulled the trigger. The only noteworthy thing was the chatterbox of a ferryman who took to probing our crew about what we were doing.
He was so shook, he slumped into his helm chair to try and collect his thoughts. I have to think it must have occurred to him that it was Halloween when he looked out the window, and there stood a great horned owl looking back at him. The eery and truly creepy part was realizing what it was. To this day both Tyler and I won’t fish Geneva Swamp after dark. We’ll stick around and watch the sun go down but once it does we pack up and we’re gone.
I quickly looked down at my wrist not knowing what to expect. And that’s when I saw it – my phantom dive buddy – a large blue crab tugging away at my dive suit sleeve. The man walked out, slow, too slow, like a walking dead man.
A ghastly face stared at the fishermen from the hallway. Terrified, they ran out into the storm. At that point, I said, “Where the hell is this smell coming from? The Germans had fled into the woods only to be ambushed by a patrol in reserve.
Lashell Middlebrook is a former American zookeeper and the current director emeritus of the Zoo and Aquarium. She is 37 years old.