This is my story…
My friend Kaika, Kihei Boy, called me up and said, “We go fish uluas. I get fresh, blinky tako, the tide is on the rise, the kids no more school, and there’s no moon.”
I told him, “Shoots, I pau work at 3:30. Meet you at your Papa’s house.”
We met up and then headed to the spot. We started setting up and putting out some lines while the kids were body surfing. The sun went down as the last line went out.
A little time passed. I decided to check on the trucks while Kaika started the barbecue. On my way back I heard, “Ding, ding! Zzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaa-hhhhhhhhh!” and, “Ho, your pole!” I ran, jumped some stairs and tourists, and dashed to my pole. The fight…