"Do What?"

“Agustín stalks our quarry like a crosscountry skier, hardly glancing down. His Mayan ancestors used stingray barbs to pierce tongue and penis for sacrificial blood-letting while consorts knelt to catch the offertorial drippings in a bowl. You come from a line of folks like that, and you don’t worry so much about your feet. I’ve had plenty of time to read up on Agustín’s ancestry while I wait for a blacksmith to hammer out a prop that looks like the lid of a C-ration can hacked open with a bayonet.” O. Victor Miller captures the angst of an anxious gringo who goes bonefishing to get his mind off of women. In Gray’s Sporting Journal.

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