FISHIN’ TECHNICIAN: Father’s Day fishin’

Well, I was howling in agony and I couldn’t help but cry out for a doctor. “I need a doctor, pulleassse!!” I screamed, with only my fishing buddies and a pair of rather funereal-looking ravens sitting high on a tree branch to hear my pleas. A 45-inch pike had pummelled me in the clavicle with […]