I don't know. I guess that's just what you southern gulf coast ponders have to deal with.

I don't think I could get down that way. I mean being in the boat and leaning out to unsnag your line from a semi-submerged bush or tree would take on a whole new meaning in the sack category.

Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."