You’ve got to feel sorry for the guy. Just riding along and WHUMP! you’re out cold and smell like fish.
But get this:
It’s escalating. A few months ago, it’s a 3 foot sturgeon. Now it’s a 4 footer. What’s next, 5 foot sturgeon attacks? 6 foot? Where will it end? I, for one, am avoiding Florida until this epidemic of sturgeon strikes ends.
The scary part is their uncanny accuracy. They carry out these strikes with sturgical precision.
Sailboat
Nice!
A boater will roe the day they go out on the Suwanee River…
Bravo. Brilliant, simply brilliant.
NO! NO! NO!
Fish puns give me a haddock.
You can do betta than that.
The question remains, why are the sturgeons attacking. There’s a tuna possible reasons, but I think they’re doing it just for the halibut.
And like most questions, it should have a question mark at the end. :smack:
That story sounds fishy. :dubious:
I think salmon egged them on.
Go, sturgeon! Go, sturgeon!
…Oh carp!
It was part of the conditions for the Sturgeons release by the angler, that they should smite atleast one jetskier/pleasure boater.
And last I heard
All together now!
Like a sturgeon
Swimmin’ for the very first time
Like a sturgeon
smiting boaters by design
Summer of the Shark is so passe. Now it’s the Summer of the Sturgeon!
The poor guy on the jet ski is now hard of herring.
O-koi, enough with the crappie puns. People have been knocked on their basses by evr-larger fish. Even if the jet-skier had a steelhead, that still had to hurt. It might even have made him wall-eyed.
They’re actually a large crew of sturgeon pirates, taking over the surface peoples’ boats and shouting “CAVIARRRRRRR!”
The fish did it on porpoise I’m sure, they are known to play roughy, they are even known to krill. If that had been me, I’d have been baleen off that jetski, but it sounds like it came out of the blue.
Don’t make me get out the pike.
::winces from puns and resolves not to let Mr. SCL see this thread::
I’m afraid that the carp which hang out around our dock at Lake Harding are going to find out about this. There is a feeding tube on the dock (a never-ending source of pleasure to my great-nephew) and I’ve seen some down there that are as big as submarines.