Fishing Season Open at My House

George daydreaming of fishies...

Well, here we are again.

The creek is high, it’s raining, and George has been fishing.

There’s just nothing that sounds like a cat with a fish…

George has a peculiar yowl when he brings one in that’s a combination of a throaty growl and a piercing wail.

My reaction is a little like a Londoner during the Blitz…. “incoming, incoming!”

Fortunately my resident knight-in-shining-armor (in the person of my son Joshua) came to the rescue, disposed of the remains, and informed me that it wasn’t a  record-breaker.

Stay tuned for seconds…


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