Dynamite Fishing

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The explosion was more of a thud than a bang.  The water spouted medium high with abrupt splashing.

"Hell!  What the hell?"  The small guy had been taking a nap in the morning sun.  He had driven all night while the big guy slept.  Even though it was just a thud, the explosion woke him from a deep slept.  He thought for a moment he was back in Iraq.  He reached for his gun.  He didn't have one now.  "What the hell?"  There weren't such big lakes in Iraq.  It wasn't Iraq he remembered.  He was in Missouri or was it Kansas?  Didn't matter as long as it wasn't Iraq!

The big guy was in his underwear, wading into the water.  "Getting lunch. Bomb is better than a hook, I always say."  He called back over his shoulder.  He only picked the biggest fish that floated to the surface.  "You like sushi?"

"Uhm!  Not really and I heard freshwater sushi is dangerous."  The small guy was sweaty hot from the sun.

"Shellfish are dangerous.  Yeah."  The big guy saw a monster catfish rise to the surface.  It struggled to return to the bottom, but it was too injured to succeed.  The big guy threw the stunned dead fish he already had in his hands onto the bank and swam out for the catfish.  When he reached for it, the dying catfish flipped just one last time stabbing the big guy in the hand with its long sharp pectoral fin.  "Fuckin!  Hell Belly!"

"Catfish bite you, Jack?"  The small guy stood up.  He was still sleepy but he was even hungrier.  "Make a fire.  Cook all of it.  Eat most."

"Bastard!"  Jack slapped the catfish but it had died with the stabbing.  When Jack got close enough to the lake shore to stand up, he threw the enormous catfish up in the air with a great grunt.  "Incoming!"  The now, flying dead catfish looked like an incoming missile with whiskers.

The small guy glanced up, flinched and gave out a little scream when he saw it making its final approach.

"Just a fish dead from an explosion."  Jack laughed.  "Not an explosive flying fish.  Jez, Lewis.  Soldiering turned you into a pussy of a little girl."

"More practical is all.  Reckless gots you kilt over there."  Lewis smiled.  "Not kilt yet!"

Jack was soaking wet.  He wore large lose boxer shorts.  They were thin enough when wet to reveal his less than public parts.  Streaks of blood covered the left side of his shorts.

"Crap!  You're bleeding bad."  Lewis pointed with a burning stick.  He had always been good at building fires.  "That thing bit your finger off?  Or was it your dick?"

"Just a stick in the hand not in the dick."  Jack reached down to rinse his hand in the lake water.  "Wouldn't be so calm if I got stabbed in the cock."

"Who would?"  Lewis put more wood on the fire.  They was plenty of deadwood lying around.  There had barely been a dirt road to get to the lake.  Few people came out this far.  Jack, Knowed about it since he was a kid.  Jack had guided him the last few miles once they got off the highway.  Secluded it was.  Isolated was a better description.  It was the reason they came all the way out here, the isolation.  The wood flamed up.  It made a warm late morning even warmer.

Lewis was building a structure over the mounting flame to roast the fish on when Jack screamed, "What the fuck!  Get out of here."  Jack waved his arms at an enormous hulk of a raccoon.  The thing had one of the smaller fish in its mouth but was growling back at Jack.  "Shot you, you shit!"  Jack threw a stick but the raccoon just walked down to the lake bank and casually started to eat the fish.  "But no gun.  Wished I had a gun.  Bomb you later, maybe!"  Jack yelled at the munching beast on the lake bank.

"Guess he likes freshwater sushi then?"  Lewis laughed. "Get that catfish on the fire here before the rest of his family comes."

Jack picked up the catfish, flipped it over, and gutted it.  He threw the guts at the raccoon.  "Eat these too then.  Recycle, I says."  The raccoon growled with his mouth full.  Jack then rammed a large stick through the catfish's mouth and tied the tail to it with a vine.

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