Posted on 09/30/2004 10:30:19 AM PDT by presidio9
Kill it. Stuff it. Auction it off for an anti-abortion charity...or a victims of shark attack charity.
I knew that, but this close to shore we can fish from the bank.
"The 1,700-pound female" They should kill it if it hasn't already escaped. If it was close enough to shore to get caught in there then it considers the shoreline it's territory.
If they don't kill it they'll be sorry.
The sea was angry that day, my friend....
Gonna need a bigger boat.
hehehe..."Swimmer" Kennedy/"French Poddle" sKERRY jokes aside...any new/more Lawyer/Crime/Legal Profession jokes? :))
When it comes to sharks, snakes, and state sponsors of terrorism - the saying "do unto others BEFORE they do unto you" is really the only prudent course of action.
Farewell and adieu to your fair Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu you fair ladies of Spain,
For we've received orders for to set sail back to Boston and
Never fair ladies shall we see you again.
Carcharodon Carcharis meet Barrettodon 50caliberis
"But marine scientists suspect she is disoriented "
Obviously a Democrat shark.
You're right- Mary Ellen Moffat. In the scar comparison scene. Brody's wife was named Ellen.
I thought the same thing at first but then decided to fish for it would be more fun.
Quint: Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian t'Leyte, we'd just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the squares in the old calendars like the Battle o' Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that shark he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson's mate. I thought he was asleep, Reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol' fat PBY come down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. Three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the twenty-ninth, nineteen-forty five. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
Guess he's not real concerned with people taking his photo while he's on his boat. Maybe he should be.....
"The 1,700-pound female--her gender identified by her dorsal fin-"
Sounds like Janet Reno at the beach.
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