No barges out here in Kali-fornya, closest we got is them big destroyers that come out of San Diego bay that throw a hilacious wake. Lots of pilgrims play chicken with them.
We were bowfishing one fine day this spring when some squareheads in canoes and kayaks decided they were gonna cross real close into our field of fire. It was bad timing as we had just found a big pod of carp and the slaughter was on.
One goof got about 20 yards off the pontoon bow when Westy harpooned a big fatty. I'm not sure if it was the arrow flight heading toward the canoe or the carp thrashing up a bloody froth but the lead canoe did a hasty course correction.
Blunts were invented to cure these type of folks.
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I need to get a good sun tan and a sombrero so I can do whatever the hell I want.