Whale Baiting

"Why should the Japanese have all the fun" I mused, while reading about the imminent Japanese pursuit and slaughter of a thousand whales in the advancement of "scientific study". After a little thought, the solution came to me. The thrill of mammal taunting, no inclement weather, minimal danger and, best of all, no need to leave dry land - perfect! Where is this hunters Nirvana? At the nearest swimming pool. With a little container of fishy food and my trusty pith helmet, I set off. Past the rest rooms, through the picnic table jungle, sidled by the evil smelling barbecue and finally, skirting the shuffleboard courts, reached my goal.
As luck would have it, there was a solitary critter cavorting in the pool and I managed to capture a couple of snapshots of this saucy specimen. In an attempt to energize the old thing, I tried lobbing anchovies into the pool but, despite numerous heroic lunges, nary a one was caught.
As night fell and exhaustion set in, she finally beached herself at the shallow end and had to be revived with a large glass of Merlot.