An Unexpected Catch

Whatever I had hooked it was big, I thought.  I pulled back not too hard on the line, I was using a light rig as I didn't expect to catch anything large, heck, I didn't expect to catch anything.  So when my rod bent and didn't move, of course I thought I had snagged one of the wharf pilings.  I slowly pulled on it so that I didn't break the line, and to my surprise I found I could reel in the line some.  A fish that heavy should be fighting, lord knows what I had hooked.  I dropped the rod and started pulling the line slowly, and soon it was smoothly coming my way.  Then I saw what I had hooked and was as sick as I have ever been. 
The body of a fully clothed woman was bobbing in the shallow waves, my hook had caught in her dress.  I know nothing of pathology, but she had been in the water for some time.  The crabs had been at her eyes and I looked no more but called the cops, thank goodness I had phone service.  I left my rod leaning against the handrail, looped the line around a post, and took my tackle box to the truck while I waited for the police.  I didn't have to wait long, this is a small town without much crime so the authorities were there in a hot minute.  In the war I saw many horrible sights but one doesn't expect that in a pleasant resort village.  A van from the coroner's office got there first, I pointed out to the end of the pier.  No words were exchanged, I guess they didn't expect a five foot seven rabbit to greet them.  I mean, who does?  The cops got there just after that and started taking my statement.  Because the cops were all veterans and drafted into the job they knew why I am what I am, they knew about the Enhanced Infantry program and what happened to it.  They were all briefed about me in any case when the government resettled me here.  No, I don't know her, I don't know any women except those I meet in stores or nod to as they walk past my house.  Yes, I fish here often, I never catch anything but the view is fantastic and I like the way the steady onshore breeze ruffles my fur.  Then the county sheriff and his goons showed up, as an elected official who had led the opposition about me moving into town he was brusque and nasty to me.  No, I have no plans to go anywhere, call me anytime.  I made a point of not calling him sir, although I do that to policemen to honor the uniform and their war service.  After some time the body was carried to the van, I only got a whiff of it when it was carried between me and the water and was sick all over again.  There were reporters there now and at least one photographer, I glared at the camera when he fired his flash just a couple of feet from my face.  Great.  The entire town had feelings about me living here, I wasn't exactly welcome.  Many people were resentful about the house I had been given, it was felt that an animal was being raised above humans.  That I had nothing to do with where I lived mattered nothing.  That I was no more an animal than any of them meant nothing, all they saw was a giant rabbit and that was that.  It was evening before I could leave and went I went back onto the pier to get my rod it was gone, not that I cared.  I drove home, checked the mailbox and went inside to feed my kitties.  Meemers and Precious were delighted that I had,  finally,  gotten around to my God Given responsibilities of waiting on them hand and foot and was actually doing my job, for once. |
I wasn't hungry so I turned on the television.  I poured out a glass of wine and watched myself on one of the local stations, I made up my mind to quit wearing rags went I went out, even for fishing.  Since The Transition I had only needed clothes for combat, so usually shorts did it for me.  Oh, and a hat that forces my ears down over my shoulders, from a distance I don't attract quite that much attention although the tail is a dead giveaway that something ain't right.  I hadn't been wearing a hat that day as the sun was not too hot and the breeze was lovely.  Because I tend to be hyper aware of my situation at any given time I wasn't astonished when a brick smashed through the front window.  GO HOME was painted on it, and I started laughing.  I am home, pendejo.
I sure wished I had someone to talk to and not for the first time, neither.

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