Wayne and I dodged a couple of rainstorms this afternoon, either one of which could have made for a bit of excitement.
The main thrill of the day, however, was created by a barracuda...one of about 30-35 pounds.
We were fishing for miscellaneous stuff...seatrout, mackerel, whatever, when Wayne hooked one of those darned lizard fish. While we're not at all interested in lizard fish, it appears that cudas are: A big nasty one came up and grabbed the lizard fish on the end of Wayne's line. Wayne free-spooled the fish...letting the cuda take line...and then he set the hook.
The cuda, only about 10 feet from the boat, came up out of the water and flew straight at me as I was standing in the stern of the boat.
The fish bounced off the back deck, hit me squarely in both shins, bounced again on the deck, and landed back in the water.
That was the last we saw of Mr. Cuda.
I quickly checked my shins for blood. None! Thankfully, the cuda had hit me with his body and not with his open, tooth-filled mouth.
It was over in less that two seconds...but I can replay it in my mind any time.
Bet Mr. Cuda's having a fine time tonight telling all his buddies about that one.