was about 15 at the time and was on holiday down the west
coast of Scotland.
were camping beside a river just at the end of the tidal
reaches. There was a shallow rapidy bit and I built a dam
across it. As the tide made it's way up river the dam got
covered and was about 6" under water when there was
a bit of a splash as something made it's way over the top.
I thought it might have been a sea trout so got the fishing
rod out and had a few casts but nothing was biting. I scanned
the water for clues to the disturbance but the dark depths
were revealing nothing. I left it for a while and later
in the day decided to go for a paddle/wade. The water was
crystal clear and I was looking for little trout when upstream
a slight movement caught my eye. I glanced in the direction
of the movement, peering into the deeper water but nothing
was there. I took a step forward and again something moved.
Whatever it was it was down deep. Heart starting to beat
a bit faster I took a step forward. This time I could see
clearly, it was the biggest flounder known to man! It came
right at me! I tried to avoid it but it changed direction
to meet me, accelerated on a collision course and head butted
me on the shin, then carried on its way down stream.
I was in shock! I climbed out of the river, (in case there
were more) and ran up to the tent. At this point I should
have said "hey everyone, I just saw a really big flounder"
but oh no I had to go into details and shout "I was
just attacked by a giant flounder!" Even as the words
left my mouth I knew...knew they would haunt me for the
rest of my life! The words echoed around the tent, the forest,
the fields,...not even the laughter coming from all sides
drowned it out. Today 20 years later, at the ripe old age
of 35, when we're in company dad'll say "Hey remember
you were attacked by the giant flounder" followed by
note) Apart from a teeny bit of artistic license the above
is all true and explains the authors fear of anything flat.