I ounce new a kid who would grab his snorkle and fins, and hide under the Alderbrook Marina with his friends, While all the tourists would fish for perch and flounder.
When the tourists would hook a nice one, this abominal little brat would spear the fish and give it a good yank to pull it off the tourist's line.
Most of the time the tourists would think a really huge fish was on thier line.
Then said brat, would take those perch and flounders to a local fish and chips stand in Potlatch, and trade them for a huge batch of fish and chips.
Man they were yummy!
Uhm, so I was told
