“He had switched on the portable VHF radio beneath the console, channel 18, so he could listen to the fishing guides talk. Ford liked the guides and enjoyed listening to the interchange of fishing data, sexual hyperbole and life lore; a daily soap opera in which the actors returned each evening. fish-slimed, sun-battered, and big as life, to the island marinas. Tarpon season was a good time to listen because the guides got caught up in the action, and emotion overruled their sense of professiona...l decorum—which is to say. they acted like themselves. Unless the weather was bad. If the weather was bad. or the fish weren't hitting, a few of the guides were prone to monologue, and that was boring. They talked too much and bragged shamelessly, as if past successes could somehow absolve them of current failures. Which is how Ford knew that, on this morning, the tarpon weren't hitting. Too much conversation on the radio. There had been a bad storm, and he wasn't surprised, but he was getting tired of listening to the constant talk talk talk.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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