Tiger shark
 

Has anyone heard of a tiger shark center console? My buddy just bought one and the title says 71

A Whuhhhhhh????

This is not the time or the place to perform some kind of half-assed autopsy on a fish. And I'm not going to stand here and see that thing cut open and have that little Kitner boy spill out all over the dock :)

Front...bow
Back...stern
ya don't get it right squirt, I'll throw ya a** out the little round window on the side!

Here's to swimmin with bow legged women
It's only an island if you look at it from the water

That's Ben Gardner's boat!

You know him?

Sure I know him!

You'd like to prove that, wouldn't ya!
Get your name in the National Geographic!

I'm not going to waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch.

You're gonna be the only sane man left on this island after I leave.

You yell barracuda, everybody says, 'Huh? What?' You yell shark, we've got a panic on our hands on the Fourth of July.

In honor of Veterans Day and all they have done


Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte... just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by looking from the dorsal to the tail fin. What we didn't know, was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named "The Battle of Waterloo" and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark will go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark... he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us... he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened... waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb

[QUOTE=castalot;209259]In honor of Veterans Day and all they have done


Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte... just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by looking from the dorsal to the tail fin. What we didn't know, was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named "The Battle of Waterloo" and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark will go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark... he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us... he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened... waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb[/QUOTE.

Oscar worthy.

No Chief, Hooper drives the boat.

What are you? Some kind of half-assed astronaut?

I guess the stuff you guys are smokin' is better then the ole days
of the 60's & 70's....:rolleyes:
Agh, Columbian Gold....:D

Liquor is quicker!!;)

What's that?
It's a whale.
Farewell and adeu to you fair spanish ladies
Farewell and adeu you ladies of Spain.

Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I wanna go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago and it went right to my head
Wherever I may roam
By land or sea or foam
You will always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home
BOM BOM BOM

Right there. Mary Ellen Moffit. She broke my heart

Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. If called by a Panther don`t anther.
O.N.

It was Acapulco Gold back in the day. Panama Red. Colombian was sooo passe.
Gave up the marching powder after New Years `90. Had a good go with the brown acid side of life, but I find myself far happier now. I saw some happiness that was incredible , but all chemical. Recently read an article about raves. Some folks in the medical field volunteered to do some testing of extacy. 97% tested for bath salts. Don`t ask me about spin the trash can liner. The drugs out there now are far beyond. Be thankful you have a bed and bath.

Cheers
Lucky Humans

Wanna get drunk and fool around?

Gainesville Green.

Did I buy that from you in Daytona circa `79?

That's a tattoo...I had that removed.
Don't tell me...don't tell me...Mother!

Gamefish eh? ...cut through that piano wire...don`t ever tell me my job again.

We`ve received orders for to sail off to Boston `nerr to be seen again.

Screeching tire noises followed by crunching metal and screams of agony.

Sorry OP, but it would seem many of us are stumped. No charge for the entertainment.

Cheers,
GFS

He`s certifiable.

When we get them silly bastards down in that rock pile, it'll be some fun, they'll wish their fathers had never met their mothers. When they start takin' their bottoms out and slamming into them rocks, boy! Get away from there, ya goddamn fool, you! What's the matter with you? You wanna swamp us, ya crazy son of a bitch?

Your husband's fine, Mrs. Brody. He's fishing. He's just caught a couple of stripers. We'll bring 'em in for dinner. We won't be long, we haven't seen anything yet. Over and out

He can't go down with three barrels...not with three barrels on he can't.


Sorry one of, if not my favorite movie and have been going there for over 40 years now

I need to find that Ovaltine decoder ring.... :cool:

Good thing you guys did not venture off into the north 40
at Area 442 a few months ago! :eek:
Swamp cabbage has been better than usual!! :rolleyes:

Damn No Bones you dont need no decoder ring software update you need to revisit Amity Island, circa, 1975. Or read Benchley of that era. :cool: Come, on, man - its always shark week off Montauk... If the book is still on the shelf you might visit page 150-151 just to get your motor running:D

Back Home we got a taxidermy man....he's gonna have a heart attack when he sees what I brought him!

strick

I got no spit....

a paragraph of telling and emotions, left to the viewer to decipher,from one simple phrase...pure classic.


B.

Amity means friendship.
Gotta get me one of them anchor sport coats.

What in the hell are you guys talking about... I think the salt air and or the sunshine is getting to ya'll.

Yikes, Church is just a tad East for us.

Cheers,
Dumas

Really?!?

Y'all know me. Know how I earn a livin'. I'll catch this bird for you, but it ain't gonna be easy. Bad fish. Not like going down the pond chasin' bluegills and tommycods. This shark, swallow you whole. Little shakin', little tenderizin', an' down you go. And we gotta do it quick, that'll bring back your tourists, put all your businesses on a payin' basis. But it's not gonna be pleasant. I value my neck a lot more than three thousand bucks, chief. I'll find him for three, but I'll catch him, and kill him, for ten. But you've gotta make up your minds. If you want to stay alive, then ante up. If you want to play it cheap, be on welfare the whole winter. I don't want no volunteers, I don't want no mates, there's just too many captains on this island. $10,000 for me by myself. For that you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing.

It does three things... it swims, eats, and makes baby sharks...quite amazing really.

Brodie, we're heading in........................Thank Christ.

Smile you son of a bitch

Since this has ended, I will delight you with some excellent quotes from II and III

To me....it was a lucky shot!! Only in Hollywood........

It was a close up...

Shark: My port side is working and the sun is setting.
Line please.

You have no line. You only menace.
Cheers,
GFS