I'm ready already!!!!

[Deep C]

The rolling tackle box is ready for the fourth trek to the polar ice cap region of the year... My computer may not work up there but Deep deckhand has his unit back working so I can be PM'ed through him... The clock is ticking and Monday will sound my departure from this overheated mosquito laden thunder mecca hell I call home.

My hunger grows! Mrs Deeps cooking is delicious and PBJ samwiches are food of the Gods. But, just as the makos of spring need to come inshore for bluefish to fill nutritional needs I need to go offshore and fill my belly on yummy tunas... My forefathers spent the last few million years evolving to the top of the food chain. Its my civic duty to honor that tradition.

I want shin deep blood and guts. I need to tranfuse type "T" positive plasma into my system. I want the sun to rise on a pit so dirty it's gonna take coal chissels and C4 to knock the blood off. I need to see blistered thumbs, burnt drags, busted tackle and torn out transoms. I want to test the ability of the boat to plane when I get done packing it with enough meat to fatten a small country. I want to ***** about how much its gonna cost me for the U Haul to tote the tataki to be.

Thats right , Deeps got a fever and he means business. I'm haulin glass but so damn sick of it pointing at the sky I could puke. I want my tips touchin the water. I got string to stretch and will close my ears to my crews cries for mercy till the last inch has been run to its limits. I hear those lazy ******* drags of mine laughing at their easy existance and I wont rest til I roast their asses cherry red!

Yes you little tuna bastards, I have been too easy on you for too long. Its time to rock! I'll squeeze your little tuna heads to make my tuna wine. I'll stack your sushi high and proud...

Ok I feel better now...

[Deep C]

Even Meow Meow my teaser eating tabby is ready to go!