Fishing - an Aviators Story The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the pub just outside the Air Force Base. A grizzled old retired Marine fighter pilot wearing a faded baseball cap emblazoned with a VMFA 224 squadron patch, his tatty leather flight jacket with many more squadron and aircraft carrier patches was standing near the edge holding a fishing rod, his line in the puddle. A curious young Air Force fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing. Fishing, the old Marine simply said. Poor old fool, another dumb Marine fighter pilot the Air Force officer thought, and so he invited the ragged old timer into the pub for a drink. Sipping his Chardonnay semi-sweet white wine and watching the old Marine drinking a Johnny Walker Black label scotch whiskey, he felt he should start some conversation, so the cocky young Air Force fighter pilot asked, And how many have you caught? Youre the eighth, the old Marine fighter pilot answered.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 20:16:01 +0000
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