My buddy's dad, Red, was a disciple of all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. He could also swear like a fisherman ... which he was.
Well fuck me silly, you god damn, two-bit whore, %@#*% piece of shit.
Then he'd kick the winch and it would start working again. You wondered if the winch just needed a kick or if the profanity just scared the crap out of the thing.
In addition to having a way with words, Red was an entrepreneur. He ran a fishing boat during the season and a had triplex with three apartments and a laundromat on the bottom floor. The laundromat made pretty good money in the summer when the tourists arrived. Red lined the wall with limericks. In the back, Red's landromat had public showers.
50 cents per shower.
$2 for two at a time ... double the price for double the fun.
We were a day out on our run to Prince William Sound and came up on Seal Rocks outside of Resurrection Bay and the Town of Seward. Couple miles offshore. Red pulls up near a charter boat fishing at the rocks. We're watching from my buddy's boat and wondering what the hell is going on. Red pulls out a rod and reel and throws a line into the water. Pretty soon Red is pulling fish out of the ocean one after another. Amazing. No one on the charter's having any luck.
I look at my buddy: you're dad's amazing.
Not really. He's gone high tech and bought a sonar gadget for his boat. He can see exactly where the fish are.
Pretty soon Red got bored with amazing the people on the charter boat and we went back to heading for Prince William Sound to catch some salmon.
