Many people have been contacting the blog asking where the name "Blue Fish Canoe" originated. The nom de plum and blog title (for some reason I thought they should be the same) come from how my uncle, brother, and I would fish for blue fish in my youth. The blue fish has excellent hearing and would be scared away by a motorboat, so we'd cast off a small canoe. When we caught one, we'd bring the beast aboard the canoe and a battle royal between fish and fishermen would ensue. Although they can be found close to shore in northern New England (where we were), the blue fish is a 20-inch long sea bastard. I once inspected a blue fish mouth before he/she went in the frying pan, and concluded her/his teeth could bite off a finger like a virgin Mach3 razor blade slicing through a high school boy's stubble.
I intend to blog with the same death or glory approach with which I fish.
Up next: a discussion of nicknames from Scooter Libby (the worst) to Oil Can Boyd (the best).
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"my brother" that's me. yeah, we had to be stealthy to catch those dudes. 'course once we got them in the canoe our cover was broken by the repeated oar to head maneuvers... booya is right.
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