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, June 9, 2008
Chunky, tasty
J and I ran into some healthy walleyes at Cass Lake last week.
I love this time of year because the bite is so predictable.
All the fish hit on Raps, which we were casting at dusk on Shallow Water Point.
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