Don’t get me wrong, I like fishing.  I like it better when I catch fish.  I like it even better when those fish are good size walleye.  I went out with my father last weekend, presumably to catch fish.  We did, but not the fish we wanted.  Oh, there’s lots of little pike, perch, and bass in that lake right now and they just love to snatch up a juicy minnow.  But the pickerel were nowhere to be found.  We caught one keeper.  That was an embarrassing admission at the OPP fish check thing on the highway.  There’s everyone else pulled off to the side for inspection and we get waved through because no one but us freely admits to catching only one keeper.

And it was COLD.  Windy and cold.  Just like today here in T-Bay.  It’s fucking June and I had the furnace on when the sun went down.  The fuck?

-NH

p.s.  I am aware that I did not spell pickerel correctly in the comic.  I’m just too lazy to fix it.

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