Save your brethren from the tyranny, Master Fish!
Because of the gradient it will probably have to be simulated process.
Hope you like it!

OOO so cool! it's like.."revenge of the fish" he's like.."heck no, u can't catch me foo!"
Can't tough this fish! *hammer time music plays*

OOO so cool! it's like.."revenge of the fish" he's like.."heck no, u can't catch me foo!"
Can't touch this fish! *hammer time music plays*

Normally I wouldn't even think about buying something like this, but you've designed it so well. Good quality illustration makes almost any concept look good. Keep up the good work.

sweetness...frickin awesome shirt

SICK NASTY.

The colors are pleasant and the illustration is appropriate for the theme ... humorous, too. I want one, but I'm broke.

I think fish, especially this style/kind are overdone. I like your color choice, but the design doesn't excite me.

good stuff ;)

Fish are a little overdone, but as a fisher...woman... I rather enjoy this! $5

thanks!

Great work $5

Lovely!

In the last couple of days there have been a lot of fish designs. It's going to be a tough go.

There may be a lot of fish ideas, but this is EXTREMELY well designed. I love the concept and will buy it immediately.

I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely. Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like full-blown roses
stained and lost through age.
He was speckled and barnacles,
fine rosettes of lime,
and infested
with tiny white sea-lice,
and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down.
While his gills were breathing in
the terrible oxygen
--the frightening gills,
fresh and crisp with blood,
that can cut so badly--
I thought of the coarse white flesh
packed in like feathers,
the big bones and the little bones,
the dramatic reds and blacks
of his shiny entrails,
and the pink swim-bladder
like a big peony.
I looked into his eyes
which were far larger than mine
but shallower, and yellowed,
the irises backed and packed
with tarnished tinfoil
seen through the lenses
of old scratched isinglass.
They shifted a little, but not
to return my stare.
--It was more like the tipping
of an object toward the light.
I admired his sullen face,
the mechanism of his jaw,
and then I saw
that from his lower lip
--if you could call it a lip
grim, wet, and weaponlike,
hung five old pieces of fish-line,
or four and a wire leader
with the swivel still attached,
with all their five big hooks
grown firmly in his mouth.
A green line, frayed at the end
where he broke it, two heavier lines,
and a fine black thread
still crimped from the strain and snap
when it broke and he got away.
Like medals with their ribbons
frayed and wavering,
a five-haired beard of wisdom
trailing from his aching jaw.
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels--until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.

awesome 5$

that poem fits perfectly, i've not heard it

That's awesome, the drawing and what you took in consideration for the design. You used more than one hook, brilliant and you placed him on the bottom of the t shirt. Good job kid.

Thanks, kid.

Great one! I'd definitely buy. 5.