We were driving out to South Padre Island when we spotted Maclovio O'Malley, la Voz de los Vatos, at the Jaime Memorial Boat Ramp on Highway 48 better known among la raza as El Puente de los Lobos.
"What do you have there, bro?"
"A plump female snook."
From our experiences nobody has specialized in plump females quite like Maclovio. He'll throw a skinny gal back into the shifting tides and let her swim away without thinking twice. He likes to feel his hook in a broad who jumps as he pulls her in with his line.
"Were you using live bait or did you take the artificial route as aging anglers like yourself are prone to do?"
"I snagged her with my red-tail hawk lure."
"Again! Is that goddamn red-tail hawk of yours an aphrodisiac that the females can't resist?"
"Once they're lured by my red-tail hawk, they don't quit squirming."
"Can you purchase one of those lures in Matamoros?"
"You can purchase anything in Matamoros."
"I thought you were working the barrios for Rene Oliveira? Tony Gray said the Rep was counting on you to improve voter turnout in the runoff."
"When the females are finding my red-tail hawk irresistible, I have to take a few hours off from pounding the pavement in order to wade into the waters. I'm sure Rene and Tony can appreciate that I can't help but succumb to temptation when the females are biting."
We can certainly sympathize with Maclovio. There is something about the smell of fresh fish that can drive a man crazy.
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