The Gulla Man Adventure

when I was young, my first boat was a whailer going fishing to fripp hauling it by trailer I stopped at Island Plaza, my boat I was a gassing then the Gulla man asked me, while in passing "youda mae goinda bat toe anggo strikking mon? black man with gray hair and a gig in his hand to go in my boat gigging is what he had demand happy to have him never a prejedous bone I had never gigged in day light, to learn I'd be glad "youda bego down dat scrit da mon" he had be drive out, to station creek there were pelicans whose tummy held less than there beek it was hard to see, it was a marshy maze I was realy lost in a foggy haze then in a small creek a little bigger than a brook off the bow the Gulla man threw the hook while the anchor set and I lit a cig he started beating my boat with his gig well I got his attention, by clearing my throat and asked "what in the hell are you doing to my boat!" "eyebe kull-pin de whompiss mon!" "what?" "eyebe kull-pin de whompiss mon!" so with the Gulla man I didn't want to haggel then I said "hey buddy can you call whompiss with my paddle?" thinking about plan "A" but still on the limb thought about takin Gulla man back where I found him then I was a-mazed! about out of my skin all around us we were surounded by a dozen dolfin the water started to boil on top the fish appear and the old Gulla man stabbed them with his spear "Ibe gat shree I begit foe mon!" 2 or 3 at a time, bass, flounder, and trout they were piled so high they started to fall out with alot of fish, piled in a stack when a dolfin got close Gulla man threw one back well the boat was so full, high like a mound so were the dolfin and they were no longer found "gitbe dare gitbe dare!" I was so amazed, never had such a thrill I thanked the Gulla man all the way to the hill "trit flider notak in megit may na churn be tak in da bass mon!" so he kept the bass for his kids runnin about and I got to keep all of the flounder and trout by Capt Mike