The next morning, PK took us out on the Gitch, where we managed to fool a nice Laker with a preposterous-looking watermelon spoon. We were trolling in about 30 feet of water off Stony Point.
Jen and I ate that fish last night and it was dee-lish-US!
Wherein an unemployed reporter tries to catch as many fish as possible in a futile quest to avoid thinking about the dismal state of journalism or his dwindling bank balance
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