Friday, April 24, 2009

Me, crying out for help, catching a medium tuna.





In my defense, I was suffering from food poisoning and vomited a couple of times unrelated to the rolling ocean, and this was my first "big" catch. Inexperience and sickness... but the next time! I'll be ready!! (I know, I know. Excuses, excuses.)

The man I am calling out to help me is VJ (second from left). A Mauritian (and a heck of a nice guy) who works at the Diego Garcia motor pool. I knew I wasn't feeling well, so I called on him for back-up!


Terry (far left) the SA whose job I am in training to take. VJ. Capt. Phipps (the Air Force Commander of GEODSS, where I work).

VJ didn't have his handline.
So he tried his best with the less than manly fishing pole. He wasn't happy with the results, and questioned our fishing accomplishments.

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