Well it seems my Gentleman Gunner friend has left me isolated on an island with little ripples on one side indicating shark activity and a sea monster on the other. The scarcity of raft material ensures my isolation therefore my only option is to feed the piranhas some home truths about ‘Tibbo the two timing trout’. Oh yes he has webbed feet but is reluctant to reveal the fact since the Trout considers itself a little ‘above’ the normal creatures of the ocean. Being of a Gentlemanly nature and having great respect for all those associated with the great brine, I am most reluctant to ‘rat’ on this camouflaged scale carrier - so I will not repeat the foul utterances that have recently bubbled from his gills just prior to his cowardly departure. I believe he is visiting his friends ‘upriver’.

From Buck, the inventor of truth

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Deer Col,

Yep - I sea now mate. The truth is rivern… oops, I mean riven from the depths of the sea of unjustness and uncertainty.  If you, my friend, the inventor of truths, need assistance, bait the hook with imaginative thread-worms and I shall honestly pretend to look at the invisible and unobtainable fruits of the tributree that we each ostensibly seak… oops, seek, namely a pack of Cod’s wallop - and keep clearly in the fore of the grey and briny matter, that it takes a lot of Cod to make a wallop.

Peace and understanding be with you all, and also with me…

Toe Knee Deep in Shrimp Cock Tail
From Tony, the editor of truth

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I think this is so great!!!!!! I LOVE every single word of it!!!!!

Love and miss ya’s :)

Fishlady

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2001

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