Ok, like, you knowwww when you go out on an overnight sportboat looking for those monster yellows, or boiler rock bass, and you're hangin' out at the bait tank, kind of holding on to the edge of it to keep your balance, and shootin' the breeze with another passenger and he says, "Hey watch your hands, WATCH OUT!!" It may
behoove you to listen.
Why, you may ask yourself, would my hands on the edge of the bait tank prove to be hazardous?

The sportboats are an amazing asset to those of us who patronize them, but they operate in alien environs. All manner of sea creatures come and go, and some of them get mixed up in a variety of baitfish schools that get wrapped up by the baitfishing fleet, and one never knows the demeanor of these mysterious creatures. Such was the case on one particular spring morn', some time ago, upon which I found myself,
evidently imperiled.
You see, on this fine morning, a "Mantis Shrimp", which is no "ordinary" shrimp, decided it wanted very much to climb its way out from the confines of our beloved sportfisher's bait hold. The trouble was, it nearly used my hands as his "Jacob's Ladder".


Well, these little shrimp looking guys have a secret weapon afforded them. You might call it the miniature, marine version of "Thor's Mjolnir".
[video=youtube;LXrxCT0NpHo]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXrxCT0NpHo[/video]
So, the next time your deck-mate warns you to stand clear, pay heed, if you value your digits!! :dejection:
