For the first time in a couple of years

I kept and ate fish I caught on the Mississippi. I thought the meal turned out pretty tasty but Hesler, my fishing companion on the outing, only sampled it.

Can't say for certain if that was due to my cooking or his concern about eating fish from polluted waters or some combination thereof.

Fortunately, River John, who did not share those worries, stopped over and split the feasting duties with me.