"Once Upon a Tuna"
September 21, 1999
When a young lad sets upon his first tuna trip, it will be his time to be tested...he is moving into the next stage of "fishinghood." It is like when the Indian tribe takes three arrows and a bow and gives it to the Brooklyn "yoot"...and says unto the "yoot"..."yo son...don't come back wabbit until you kill a great bear and drag him back here and then and only then will you be a weeblo!"
You go out with your plastic line and metal hook and try to catch a pissed off, 100 pound, 40 mile an hour bullet. Bring knee pads you're going to need them! It sounds innocent until, in the wee hours of the night, your rod sounds off screaming (just like when you open your tax bill and see what you owe for the year). You get dragged all around the boat saying to yourself what the heck am I doing? After a period of time, sweat is coming off you like a faucet and you're tweaked. The great holy mate gaffs the fish on illegal steroids and slams it over the rail. Your eyes bug out and you are now officially hooked to the tuna tribe. God Bless & Good Luck!