#30 The Deadliest Catch

The Deadliest Catch

It was a brisk, cold morning in the small lakes of Minnesota. Only the creatures in the water would make a stir of noise as early as it was, except me, Scrappy Coco in my Alumacraft fishing boat. I’ve been a fisherman all my life and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I’m 6’2, 220 pounds with a trimmed beard. My whole life I have been looking to catch my arch nemesis and dream fish. The one they call Franky the Fish. He is the biggest fish in North America and they say he is roaming these frigid waters. No one really knows if he is out there or not, but there have been numerous sightings around this area. I’m looking to be the one that can catch this monster fish, but I would not know what I had coming to me that day.

It started at six in the morning when I woke up. I thought to myself this is it, this is the day I catch the monster. I had some egg whites and sausages for a good morning’s breakfast and I sat down and read the paper. As the newspaper’s headline read, “Franky Strikes Again.” Stating that yet another person has been killed by this dreaded monster. I knew I had a long day ahead of me.

“That no good flea bitten goose has done it again,” I said to myself.

I got the boat ready for another long haul set out to find and catch Franky once and for all. Every single time I come close to reeling in this monstrosity, he always gets off my line. This time is different though, I have equipped myself with fishing line that has a 50 pound breaking point and a rod that has been proven to not be able to break under numerous amounts of pressure. As I arrived to Farm Lake, I noticed that there was a dense fog on the water. Every ripple that I make with my Alumacraft fishing boat could possibly stir the water up for Franky to surface himself. I casted out my heavy duty line into the water where Franky has been spotted numerous times. Reel in, cast out. Reel in, cast out. Reel in, cast out. Hours have passed but nothing seems to be working for me as I tried one last time. I threw out that line one more time in hope of something when suddenly, BAM! I get the biggest bite of my entire life and the biggest fish in my entire life right on my line. It’s Franky.

I said to Franky frantically, “I have a very particular set of skills. Skills that allow me to do things most other people can’t. I will find you, I will catch you, and I will kill you.”

“I don’t care about you or your stupid skills Mr. Coco,” Franky said. “You will never catch me alive in my swamp! Never!”

He struggles to get off my line, but he is no match for my super duty pole and line. I pull him closer to the boat as he still has some fight left in him, he pulls and pulls, but gets too tired and finally he gives up. I pulled his scaley lookin’ fins in the boat and measured him. 53 inches, 28 pounds.

A world record if I’ve ever seen one, I thought to myself.

Later that night I got him stuffed and mounted on my wall in my cabin. This one went in the record books for sure.

Suddenly, Franky jumped off the mount and told me, “Do you really think you could kill me Mr. Coco? No I kill you.” Franky jumped with his razor-sharp teeth and bit my head off whole. With Franky hiding my body, I was never to be seen again. No Questions asked, no witnesses, no worries. The End.