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Gone Fishing

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

Monday, August 11, 2008

Dog meets catfish



Last night, Daisy was intrigued by Hesler's channel cat. We caught a handful off John's dock.

Yup, another chicken liver caper successfully perpetrated on the mighty river.
Posted by A Man of Constant Leisure at 9:13 AM

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