Walking the weener dogs around the local lake today a man and his
daughter were engaged in fishing from the dam. When hailed with the
standard "any bites?" the man proceeded to show me about 15 pounds of
channel cat in 3 fish increments. Very nice. We got to talking. He
told me that he likes to eat fish. I told him, "so did I". He told me
that he grudgingly releases all his bass now. I told him, "so did I".
He told me about his friend wanting him to join a bass club but he
said "I'd be in a fistfight in the parking lot at the first meeting".
I said, "so would I". We parted but clearly seeing eye to eye on these
things. Now, where's my stinkbait.

Halfordian Golfer