Gray days are fishy days

That lesson was imparted to me again this morning. First I ran into the chunky smallmouth in the picture below. She was swimming in the shallows between the two islands by the Riverside Power Plant. I caught the channel cat from River John's dock a few minutes later. A respectable 21 inches.

Check out my styling blue jacket. It's the best cold weather gear you can get as a charge of the Minnesota Department of Corrections. I paid 75 cents for it at a garage sale in northeast. The dude running the sale was wearing a button that said "I need money bad." He was also unloading a comprehensive collection of porn tapes, most of which he dubbed himself and labeled in freakishly neat handwriting.

The whole thing seemed pretty bold. It's almost like he just doesn't give a fuck if the whole world knows he's an ex-con with cash flow troubles and a taste for erotica.