So there I was.....

standing at the end of the pier when my good friend Mike, who had a few too many, fell off the end of the pier.  And there she was a giant shark!  So I dove in to save my drunk friend.  Just as I hit the water the shark turned to attack and I was caught in the middle.  The beast tried to get an artery, but all she got was my shorts.

Now I am mad....

so I turn the tables on the beast and become the predator.  I grabbed it by the fins and was taken under, wrestling, using my last breaths.  Finally, I manage to get behind the maneater and grab it by it's tail.  I can taste it now... fresh shark.

And with what little strength I had left....

I tossed the shark up onto the pier.  We immediately bled the shark and prepped it for the grill.

Is it true or is it memorex?  What do you think.  email me:  jeff@outdoortravelinc.com