Whiting, I remember when we would head out in January on the party boats and fish for them, freezing, snow and wind, just to catch a few and big ones. Got home sliced them up into chunks, put them in a pot with a little water, pepper, hot pepper, garlic and cook them covered, when ready drizzle with some olive oil. Then the Russian fleets moved in with their mother ships and they just disappeared with so many other fish. We would head out fishing and they would come with their nets so close to us, the captains, believe this or not fired warning shots and that's when the mile limit, I think was 15 miles.
So I might as well get to the freakin' point here, enough of that crapola, GREAT CATCH!!!!!!
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OLD FISHERMAN NEVER DIE, WE JUST SMELL THAT WAY
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