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
Thursday, May 22, 2008
The opener
There were no walleyes to be caught here on the urban Mississippi--at least not on my stretch of the river. I suppose the fact that I was using chicken livers probably hurt my odds when it came to the 'eyes.
There were no walleyes to be caught here on the urban Mississippi--at least not on my stretch of the river. I suppose the fact that I was using chicken livers probably hurt my odds when it came to the 'eyes.
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