To my fisherman in Austin:

You know who you are.
You have a strange way of baiting a hook.

And you use your boot as a beer cooler.

I thought you might be interested in knowing The BIG ONE is out here.  Waiting for you.

Four nights ago I was sitting on the dock with your uncle and saw a fish jump. A very big fish. I thought I’d imagined it, so I didn’t say anything (like all of those folks at Loch Ness).  Your aunties might think I was having Chianti hallucinations again.

But…tonight your father told me he’d seen “a giant jump”. That’s what we’re calling it: the giant.  And THE BIG ONE.
Godzilla, too, maybe.

I’ll bet it was bigger than all four of these put together.

Kind of gives you goose bumps, doesn’t it?

Mom, that’s so mean.