Return to Cheju-Do (A Sequel to Horror at Cheju-Do Island by Doc Dweeb) By The Preve (with the Doc's permission) Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Author's note: This story is a sequel to an earlier one by Doc Dweeb, found on Monsters and Angels/Galaxy of Terror. In the previous story, the protagonist, while vacationing on a resort island off the souther...
It was Friday, a day I would always looked forward to. It meant that I would have to gather jungle products to be sold at the weekend market. The weekend market was located 3miles away from my farm house. I inherited the farm from my parents. Being the only child, I was left alone to care for the farm after both parents passed away. Farms those years only...
"If you knew Sushi, like I know Sushi, oh, oh, oh, what a gal. Sorry, I didn't know you were already there reading this over my shoulder." Let me start from the beginning. It all started when I broke up with my girlfriend last month. I met her at the dog park. She has this great Golden Retriever named Jimbo. I'm going to miss that dog. Anyway, since I don...
This is not a story just about Atlantic Salmon fishing, it's a factual remembrance of happenings past and the unbridled passions of the girl I love!! (names have been changed). * * * * * My wife, Virginia, and I had been driving continuously for over eighteen hours in a mad dash to get to our favorite Atlantic Salmon river for the season's opening day. Th...
Drew loved to fish, any kind of angling he was prepared to try. Coarse fishing occupied a lot of his spare time and he'd enjoyed a few holidays in Scotland over the years, hunting wild salmon and trout with a fly on a gossamer line, but his real love was sea fishing. His uncle John introduced him to the pastime when he was a kid. Drew lost his dad to emphy...
The man looked out the window as the once foreign landscape reeled away below; he looked down on the browns and greens of India as a scientist might examine an amoeba through a microscope. Mere professional interest held his mind's eye, like looking upon something once a source of intense curiosity, harkening to a world full of countless wonders that might c...
Part 2 - the girls go fishing "Shall we meet this Saturday." "Yeah. At the place we always used to meet." A quick agreement for a rendezvous, made during the week. The time and place agreed. It was not exactly an uncommon occurrence waiting for Siobhan. Danielle swung her bare legs as she sat on the old wooden bench in the shade of the tree just as she h...
"We'll paddle over to this inlet over here. You know we are in the right place by all the boats that are here. I guess the word is out that the salmon run is good this year. I count twenty boats here. And more will likely come. Luckily we can fish some of the spots that are harder for them to get to." This was Karens first time in a kayak. She said she want...
Less than two miles from my house is the Pacific Ocean. There are some rock jetties going out into the ocean and a long pier that we can fish off of. I used to like going out onto the big rocks, I could run at full tilt across the top of them, no problem at all. Hell, it was damn near a half mile to the end, many times I stood right there at the very tip of...
It was a pretty dismal January day. The rain just would not stop. My hair was soaked under my blue baseball and stocking caps. At least I was dry under the oilskins and rubber boots. There was a hint of snow mixed with the never-ending rain now that it was mid-day and the temperature had begun to drop. "How the hell did I get roped in this shit," I wondere...