Our first day at the beach, my behind was in a chair for, literally, five minutes when I spied my brother-in-law, John, throwing a net just a few feet from shore.
In another 42 seconds, he turned around and headed in to show the kids his catch.
And the subsequent crowd that gathered.
Might I add that this isn't the first time he's caught a stingray in extremely shallow waters.
In as much time.
Makes you kinda think twice about that boogie boarding, eh?
After show-and-tell, Mr. Ray was delivered safely back to his home.
I've said it once, or maybe a bazillion times, and I'll say it again. Uncle John would probably take home the prize on Survivor. Born and bred in South Carolina, his quiet unassuming southern manner and his wicked way with a fishing net would take him far.
Baby girl, you need to be bigger than your catch.