Years ago when Gia and myself were living in downtown Key West, we were out for an afternoon stroll when we spotted one of Gia's co-workers from the hospital fishing on a nearby break water. He was a new employee and new to South Florida. Gia introduced me to this young man and I asked how his fishing was going. He promptly told us it was his first time fishing in saltwater and he had no idea what to expect and so far he had not caught a single fish. The conversation shifted to where he was from and so on. While he was talking, his fishing rod suddenly arched seaward. He grabbed it and before too long he had a nice sized mango flapping on the break water. He was excited and talking away about how fun fishing was and how great Key West was and before I could agree he reached down to grab the mango to place in his cooler. Gia and myself skipped a breath as the snapper locked down on his thumb, blood flew and curses raged.
As the fish was finally pulled free of my new acquaintance's hand, it angrily held on to a piece of his thumb now in the snappers possession. As he conked the fish on the head repeatedly he asked me, "what in the hell kind of fish is this"?! I paused a moment before telling him, "they call those toothy bastards"!

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