Fishing with Dynamite

“Damn thing stuck me good!”  Jack wrapped his hand up with the lose part of his boxers.  “Better taste good, damn it!”

“So big it will take some time to cook through.”  Lewis was a good enough cook.  Although, Jack ate so fast he likely didn’t taste the food in his mouth.  “Get some bigger logs if you can.  Get a blaze ablazing.”

Jack grunted and turned.  More raccoons were coming for the explosion sushi that slowly floated to shore.  “Family’s here.  Get the blaze blazing, for sure.”  He walked carefully into the woods.  “Yeah, logs in here.  Logs a plenty!”

 

“Should get that looked at.”  Lewis nodded toward Jack’s hand.  It was swollen and red.

“Neah.  Used to get stuck as a kid.”  Jack waved at his enlarged left hand with his right.  It obviously hurt him.  “Go away, eventually.”





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