Sherb on Vacation
Some of you may remember Big Sherb, the highly successful real estate mogul from Bethel, Maine. What you guys know is that we worked together at Sunday River and have slayed just about every watering hole in town, he's got an obsessively alphabetized DVD collection, his home is nicknamed CHU1 (Carriage House Unit 1) and he's been a blog regular for quite some time. What you didn't know is that in his spare time he likes to head down south to go big game fishing.
So, here's Big Sherb in front of a barracuda that he slayed. No, the Sherb doesn't even eat fish. He simply catches them so he can pose for interesting photos like this. Odd, throwing the peace sign doesn't exactly seem fitting for a situation where you just ripped something out of nature and deprived it of oxygen until it dies.
But hey, good photo.
So, here's Big Sherb in front of a barracuda that he slayed. No, the Sherb doesn't even eat fish. He simply catches them so he can pose for interesting photos like this. Odd, throwing the peace sign doesn't exactly seem fitting for a situation where you just ripped something out of nature and deprived it of oxygen until it dies.
But hey, good photo.
Clarification: The "peace sign" was indicating that it was the second barracuda caught.
12:57 PM
Luckily, the Sherbster saw your previous post about No Man Thongage on the beach.
Otherwise, that crouch position would have been uncomfortable for all of us--even the dead fish.
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