I’m sure many of you have been wondering where we’ve been these last few weeks. “Where are the False Gods guys? No harping and gloating about the Canucks’ recent streak? No rubbing in four straight wins over the Flames, like the high school bullies holding the geek’s head in the toilet? What gives?” Well, I can’t speak for Coach Mitch Mitchel – too much eggnog? I dunno – but I can point to the photo above and say, “I have captured a fish! I have sailed upon the sea and brought its most fearsome denizens to heel!”
This bad boy is a grouper. It wasn’t actually all that fearsome, but it did bend my rod in half for a minute or so. We were in the Gulf of Mexico, about 30 miles out of New Port Richey, Florida, aboard the RumRunner III. Capt. Ed Peters said it wasn’t a particularly good day, because we only got to keep this and one other grouper, but it sure was by my standards. I caught more fish than I ever have, even though we had to throw most of them back. Grouper have to be at least 22 inches long to keep. My buddy here is about 30.
We did, however, catch and keep a whole mess of red snapper. “Them’s good eatin’,” as the locals say.
The best part of Mr. Grouper here is when I cooked him up in a sauce of Sauvignon Blanc and a light breading. Mmm, mmm.
So tell me Sieve, is that grouper Belfour, Auld, Denis or Holmqvist?
You missed the massive school of “red snapper” that arrives on Florida beaches every spring break. Is that the start of sun burn on your forehead??
Coach, if you had seen him flailing and flopping around, helpless against my superior force and will, you would have known it was Kiprusoff.
Litho, you’re not kidding. The only fish at Disney World was beached beluga. I shudder just thinking about it.
Damnit! I was really hoping this was going to be a real article on fishing. I’m looking for some angler’s insight. So disappointed….. [sigh]