Lobster taste a lot better when it's free ...
I was stationed in Portland, Maine back in the mid-sixties we had our own lobster traps. The cook put lobster on the menu all the time.
The captain came back to the ship late one night and asked me for my 45 (I was standing topside watch).
What are you suppose to do ... he's the captain, right?
He says, clip?
I gave him the clip ... he loads it and starts firing at a lobster bouy too close to the ship. He hands the 45 back and says, "It wasn't one of ours" and goes on board.
Now I have to explain why I have an empty clip to the next watch. So I wrote it all down in the log and slept tight.
No one ever said anything ...
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