...unless you were a channel catfish that swam too close to an unemployed newspaper reporter with a fishing jones. In that case, it sucked because you wound up with a number two circle hook stuck in the side of your mouth.
I nabbed these unlucky kitties while fishing from River John's houseboat on the Mississippi. While I was technically still employed at the time, I was already a retiree in spirit--as you can see from my smile.
The cats hit on--what else?--putrid chicken livers. Despite their filthy behavior, I showed mercy. After detaining them briefly in John's metal washtub, I released them into the river, where they will probably find something even more disgusting than chicken livers to eat.
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