Well as many of you may know, the Finheaven team was assymbled to achieve fame and prestige on behalf of Finheaven.com. Myself, Welderpat, Infinsible, and his friend Geo, all signed up. So now comes the story of Welderpat and the Great White One. This story is not for the faint of heart, and is definitely not to be missed. Important for you to know is you must read it all the way through to know the outcome.
"The weather was clear and there were bluebird skies. The finheaven crew cast off on a mighty adventure with visions of a trophy gleaming in their eyes,
None of the crew knew what the success would be, but they only knew they were Finheaveners, and they would face it together with shouts of "AAALLLLRRIIIIGHT MIAMI!".
The Captain seemed an able body, though unknown to the Fineheaven crew. He spoke of reefs and drop offs and the mighty grouper too.
He spoke of funny names like Nassau, Red, Black, and Gags, all familar fish we fight,
but then a solomn mood struck him as he said "We may even get a WHITE!"
Infinsible looked at me with a tilt of his head, "what the h-ell did he say? Was it Black or was it Red?"
I penced and thought and summoned with all my might, but I could never remember hearing about a grouper called "White".
"What's that my good man?" asked I as he anchored on the reef,
"Just do as I tell you! Don't give me no beef!"
A little stunned by his words and his surly scoff,
We decided to find Welderpat and drop our lines off.
Nearly an hour had passed in a Florida air filled with steam,
When Infinsibles reel let out an ear splitting scream!
"Fish on!" was the cry when he tugged the rod as it gave a whine,
A monster grouper was stripping yards and yards of line.
We saw the brute near the boat, it was huge! It was a beautiful thing!
But before we could celebrate The Capt. leaned over and cut the string!!
The crew stood frozen and stunned,
They could not believe what this guy had just done.
The Capt. just turned and let out a giggle.
His fat butt walking away with a jelly wiggle.
And then we saw on his exposed underwear band all soggy with sweat,
ours eyes could not believe it, was the logo of the NY Jets!!
Mutiny was afoot as we lunched our scheme,
we would have the last laugh we would defend the home team.
Welderpat gathered the team in a huddle pulling up his sock,
"guys, it's fourth and long with little time on the clock"
Now our mind shifted away from catching grouper,
He was Marino, Infins Clayton, and I was Duper.
When the Capt. Was out of sight and beyond our vengeful stare,
we all ran and yanked our rods high into the air!!!
"Fish on!" we all yelled in concert with eager fun
"Fish on!""Fish on!" our play had now begun.
"What!" screamed Capt. "Jet" as he rushed toward us with eyes open wide,
"What??" yelled once more as we tossed him over the side.
Our laughs grew louder when we heard Infinsible say.
"Welcome you Jet scum to OUR clock play!"
Just then Welderpats reel cried out during the frey,
He snatched it up and so started our next play.
His rod bent in two what a terrible fight,
a mammouth grouper broke surface and he was all white.
The boat began to move as the mighty fish pulled away,
neither would yield on this unbelievable day.
Out to seas the great white monster did pull,
while Infisible and I had the engines working with the throttle at full.
But no crew is a match for a monster not even this Finheavan band,
The fish pulled and pulled across water until we ran into land.
On a deserted oasis we landed somewhere way out at sea,
With native women serving beer, looking hot and dressed very scantily.
So here is here where we did reside, drink beer, and play,
that is why to write this report it has taken us three days.
But here is the kicker, and this part is true, there is no grouper, no Capt. Jet, and no water so blue.
The team arrived from across the state and we did without hesitation,
only to be turned away Friday night at the tournament registration.
Though intentions were good someone dropped the ball,
organizing the fishing tournament through a crack it did fall.
We were turned away and told "no captain, no boat" "we don't know who you are!",
Didn't they know we traveled with families from afar?
So I am sorry if your time this story did waste,
but I needed my value for the rejection and this bitter taste.
Because we love this site and were really not mad,
we just looked a little embarrassing, and we missed a good time to be had.
For instead of trophies and pictures that boggle your head,
all I have to offer is this poem instead.
"The weather was clear and there were bluebird skies. The finheaven crew cast off on a mighty adventure with visions of a trophy gleaming in their eyes,
None of the crew knew what the success would be, but they only knew they were Finheaveners, and they would face it together with shouts of "AAALLLLRRIIIIGHT MIAMI!".
The Captain seemed an able body, though unknown to the Fineheaven crew. He spoke of reefs and drop offs and the mighty grouper too.
He spoke of funny names like Nassau, Red, Black, and Gags, all familar fish we fight,
but then a solomn mood struck him as he said "We may even get a WHITE!"
Infinsible looked at me with a tilt of his head, "what the h-ell did he say? Was it Black or was it Red?"
I penced and thought and summoned with all my might, but I could never remember hearing about a grouper called "White".
"What's that my good man?" asked I as he anchored on the reef,
"Just do as I tell you! Don't give me no beef!"
A little stunned by his words and his surly scoff,
We decided to find Welderpat and drop our lines off.
Nearly an hour had passed in a Florida air filled with steam,
When Infinsibles reel let out an ear splitting scream!
"Fish on!" was the cry when he tugged the rod as it gave a whine,
A monster grouper was stripping yards and yards of line.
We saw the brute near the boat, it was huge! It was a beautiful thing!
But before we could celebrate The Capt. leaned over and cut the string!!
The crew stood frozen and stunned,
They could not believe what this guy had just done.
The Capt. just turned and let out a giggle.
His fat butt walking away with a jelly wiggle.
And then we saw on his exposed underwear band all soggy with sweat,
ours eyes could not believe it, was the logo of the NY Jets!!
Mutiny was afoot as we lunched our scheme,
we would have the last laugh we would defend the home team.
Welderpat gathered the team in a huddle pulling up his sock,
"guys, it's fourth and long with little time on the clock"
Now our mind shifted away from catching grouper,
He was Marino, Infins Clayton, and I was Duper.
When the Capt. Was out of sight and beyond our vengeful stare,
we all ran and yanked our rods high into the air!!!
"Fish on!" we all yelled in concert with eager fun
"Fish on!""Fish on!" our play had now begun.
"What!" screamed Capt. "Jet" as he rushed toward us with eyes open wide,
"What??" yelled once more as we tossed him over the side.
Our laughs grew louder when we heard Infinsible say.
"Welcome you Jet scum to OUR clock play!"
Just then Welderpats reel cried out during the frey,
He snatched it up and so started our next play.
His rod bent in two what a terrible fight,
a mammouth grouper broke surface and he was all white.
The boat began to move as the mighty fish pulled away,
neither would yield on this unbelievable day.
Out to seas the great white monster did pull,
while Infisible and I had the engines working with the throttle at full.
But no crew is a match for a monster not even this Finheavan band,
The fish pulled and pulled across water until we ran into land.
On a deserted oasis we landed somewhere way out at sea,
With native women serving beer, looking hot and dressed very scantily.
So here is here where we did reside, drink beer, and play,
that is why to write this report it has taken us three days.
But here is the kicker, and this part is true, there is no grouper, no Capt. Jet, and no water so blue.
The team arrived from across the state and we did without hesitation,
only to be turned away Friday night at the tournament registration.
Though intentions were good someone dropped the ball,
organizing the fishing tournament through a crack it did fall.
We were turned away and told "no captain, no boat" "we don't know who you are!",
Didn't they know we traveled with families from afar?
So I am sorry if your time this story did waste,
but I needed my value for the rejection and this bitter taste.
Because we love this site and were really not mad,
we just looked a little embarrassing, and we missed a good time to be had.
For instead of trophies and pictures that boggle your head,
all I have to offer is this poem instead.
And crappy at the same time. :mad:
