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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

RIP, big walleye


Lily and Lucy conduct a burial service for a big, freshly dead walleye that washed ashore at the Hines place August 7.
Posted by A Man of Constant Leisure at 9:02 AM

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