I love the idea of a story section. I'm cuban and love to take my stories to the stretch of my imagination by nature. For this story I will try to stay to the facts only
This was my second or third experience hunting blue water. I was trying to get my best freind the ocean to introduce me to one of her closest freinds the mysterious and shy Ono (Wahoo). Anderson was not with me; something that I regret, so I had to find another spearo to join me in the deep. My trusty sidekick was Mario. It was one of those days that you start the story as Kurt Bickell says "And no $&!# there we were" We were in one hundred feet of water and waiting. We saw some large mutton snapper and tried to take pop shots at them but to no avail there was a stiff current and we could not catch our breath enough to get within shooting range.
We tried to pack our lungs as best we could for the nex dive when it happened. "The Happening". What the hell is that you might ask? A small peanut dolphin appeared out of the blue and mario and I took aim, he was too small so we "released him". From nowhere came this school of opelu or speedos and enveloped Mario and I.
Everywhere I looked there was a mass of fish. There was a giant loggerhead turtle walking along the bottom with three or four blackfin tuna following it and all of a sudden the water was clear. Everything dissapeared. I looked in the general direction that all of this mess came from to find two small cirlcles at the edge of my visibility. As they came closer they materialized into two beautiful Ono, they were not the biggest but they were within shooting range. I ducked to their level and stayed still to attract thier attention. Mario put his head doen to hide his eyes and followed my lead. The two Ono split up and then at the last minute the one closest to Mario cut back to join his partner.. I heard a gun go off on my left side and a bullit streaked passed me. I checked to see if his fish was secure so that at least we would land one fish.
After seeing that Mairo had his fish under control I looked over to my right to see what else but a school of Ono there must have been fourty or fifty of them. I had only heard of such things but had never experienced them. I took aim an fired at one of these bullits with teeth. My float line got caugt behind my knife as he started to drag me down. I was only dragged to about twenty feet under when the line went slack. I had shot the fish poorly in my anxiety and he broke off. Within one minute the ordeal was over and the fish were gone. It is amazing how all these things happen so fast.
Hope this was entertaining. I know that I could probably embellich this story a little but it sounds surreal enough just telling the truth.
Keep the stories comin' boys,
Aquiles
