Someone should text the Seri Chief down there at Punta Chueca.
Let him know about those two windfalls before they get too ripe. They would be up here in a few hours with chain saws, axes, hatchets, cleavers, knives and ice cream scoopers. There would be nothing left in a very short time but the bones and a lot of happy tummies back at the Rez!
Ain't nothing in the world as sweet as a slab of naturally aged tender black bloody salty baby Fin Whale meat deep fried in a disco filled with Fin Whale blubber.