SouthernN'Proud
Southern Discomfort
So. I got off work early today. It's beautiful, 70 degrees, no wind. A friend of mine called this week and said he wants to go fishing Saturday. Knowing that the water level was too low a few weeks ago, I decide to scout out the ol' fishin' hole to see if it's high enough yet. Naturally, if one is gonna walk a mile or more down a creek, he may as well fish...right?
So I get down to the first good place on the creek to fish from, and it's perfect. Not too deep, not too clear, decent current...perfect trout pool. Within half an hour, I catch the first keeper of the season. Life ain't bad, man. Life ain't bad.
A little later, I still have just the one fish, but I'm thinking, Don't knock it dude. You need to get home and take care of some things there. Pack it in, clean this one, and put him up for later.
I get home, and the lovely and multi-talented AE is up and about. (She's on midnights now) I exhume the fish and am getting ready to clean it. She looks at it, asks what kind it is (brown trout), and says...
"Poor little guy."
Poor little guy my ass...he's dinner one night!
So I get down to the first good place on the creek to fish from, and it's perfect. Not too deep, not too clear, decent current...perfect trout pool. Within half an hour, I catch the first keeper of the season. Life ain't bad, man. Life ain't bad.
A little later, I still have just the one fish, but I'm thinking, Don't knock it dude. You need to get home and take care of some things there. Pack it in, clean this one, and put him up for later.
I get home, and the lovely and multi-talented AE is up and about. (She's on midnights now) I exhume the fish and am getting ready to clean it. She looks at it, asks what kind it is (brown trout), and says...
"Poor little guy."
Poor little guy my ass...he's dinner one night!