last week was an exercise in futility.
(i think the fish remembered me. after all, i did snag their leader two weeks ago.)
and i wrote a lengthy diatribe about last week, not mincing words at all about catching nada but a hot pink tan, suffering from bowel strain, hunger, a perforation of the index finger (although not as bad as last time; i actually heard my skin pop), sore shoulders (as the official oarsman of our ship) and general feelings of failure all day...
but somehow my browser lost this rant, and so i couldn't really express my rage and feelings of retribution until now...
yeah, i'm coming back, to enjoy what beauty deep lake provides but more honestly to wipe the smirks off the little fishy's faces.
(wow, i guess i do have the hunter-gatherer in me after all.)