Got called out to the Landing restaurant some years ago to a fisher man who had put a fly hook into his arm. What a sook. I turned up and here is our hero sitting on the outside deck having a medicinal drink waiting for me to turn up. I had a looksee, and really it was only a trout hook, the way he was performing in front of his wife and bystanders you would think he had taken one for his country man. Anyway I'm pretending to just be looking at it when I asked him which was his car, as he turned to point it out, flip with the pliers and out she came, you bastard was all he said, no bloody thank you or an offer of koha.
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