A: I don't know the numbers off the top of my head. I'll get my ledger.
Let's see ...
Sunday: Two whales.
Monday: One whale.
Tuesday: Six whales. I was in the zone. I couldn't miss. I even hit a whale bringing my ship back into port. Just one of those days.
Wednesday: No whales. However, two female college students. In the murky light of dusk, they looked like whales. Also, I had been drinking. Also, my wife served me with divorce papers that morning and I was in a very angry, bitter place.
Thursday: No whales. Spent the whole day drinking and watching reruns of NCIS. And crying.
Friday: No whales. More booze. More crying.
Saturday: Fourteen whales. Sometimes, there's no better way to forget your personal troubles then to get out on the open sea, drop some speakers into the water, play a loop of mating calls, and ram every whale in sight.