Rockaway Outdoors/Tales From The Wheelhouse
A fisherman's world is often filled with drama. Such was the case this past Saturday. Let me explain, but first I'll have to preface this story with a brief history leading up to the saga.
Ten years or so ago it was a typical Spring day fishing Jamaica Bay, friends were aboard anticipating a good catch but on this day it wasn't to be. We got skunked, oh well. The next day we revisited the area and everything was the same except for one small detail, small at the time but little did we know it would evolve into a very big turn of events.
Aboard was my golden retriever Bo, we fondly nicknamed him Bo Goldman, a twist on the fact that he was a golden and a male thus Bo Goldman. Anyway on this day we slayed the fish, a catch incomparable to any day we had seen or for that matter have experienced since.
We looked at each other and decided that Bo was in part responsible for the luck and vowed to take him each day from then on. Our luck continued as did Bo's fame and folklore. Boats in the fleet were at a disadvantage and they too became victims of the Bo Goldman mystic. We basked in the sunlight and fame that Bo had bestowed upon us.
Unfortunately my work schedule changed and I could no longer take Bo every day, my crew and I were frantic. Finally a solution came to me; I purchased a golden retriever stuffed animal that resembled Bo. Lo and behold it worked, the stellar catches continued, our rods bent with jumbo fish as onlookers gawked with envy. Little did I know there was a plot in the making.
The next day we began fishing but something just wasn't right. Next to me was on old friend who was out catching us, this can't be, impossible. Then he reached down and in his hand was the Bo Goldman doll.
It was an act of piracy that was more loathsome than any committed by Blackbeard himself. Bo Goldman was gone a prisoner, stolen from me at the peak of his life.
Bo was home, life is good.
Saturday afternoon I returned to my boat and there to my horror, there where I left Bo was a ransom note, Bo was kidnapped by the very scoundrel who had committed the crime ten years ago.
The video cameras in the parking lot betrayed the culprit. Immediately I went into action; fifteen years in law enforcement trained me to act quickly and calmly. The perp didn't act alone; he and his accomplice both from Rockaway were soon contacted by my hostage negotiator "Tony the Hawk" as of this writing with no progress.