I caught a sucker and an updraft only, these Big City fellows left nothing in their wake but cigar ashes and recovered tree limbs.

I might take another drive up that way this Saturday – still looking for something in a size 32 that’ll match the socks I caught. Let me know (via the comments section) if you’re free. Now that I own a Kashi bar I’m anxious to try that chum line technique.

A note to your readers: the reason Singlebarbed only managed to take two crappy out-of-focus pictures is because he was too busy catching all the fish. He was planted like an oak right in front of the bucket, reeling in one after another, and never moved till the sun went down. When he foul-hooked the sucker, I yelled “You better walk that thing in before it snaps your rod.” He knew I didn’t give a rat’s ass about his rod, and that what I really wanted was to steal his spot. Somehow he managed to bring the fish in and release it without breaking his rod or moving more than an inch in any one direction. Once he’d done all that, he went right back to catching more shad and spent the rest of the evening complaining about how his wrist was sore.

Imagine my sympathy.