A rare catch

Hesler visited J and me at Cass Lake. Between the grouse hunting and general merry making, we squeezed in a little fishing. There was not much action but Hesler, while still fishing off the dock, managed to land an eelpout.

Over several decades of fishing off that same dock, I have never caught a single pout, so I consider this quite an accomplishment.

J and I ate the fish on our anniversary. Locals call the eelpout "poor man's lobster." If that's true, being poor isn't so bad as it's cracked up to be because that fish was scrumptious.