Salmotrutta wrote:There are no fish in that section dumb fucks.
On with the story...
As they took so many fish my oldest boy thought the doggie may want a few. He found a small vine in the woods and laid it nearby. When a bait chunker asked what it was he said "You'll see bobber man". When it was his turn to fish again he got a nice brookie. He threw it on the bank, found a good sized stream rock & bashed the fish over the head until its eyeball popped out. Then he fed it onto the vine & placed it near the waters edge. His first kill.
Great story Slamo..
Did you show your boy how to properly cook up that brookie and use the resource in a responsible manner?
Or did he kill it for simple pleasure?
If cooked, did he wrap the fish in foil?
Or did he use the flea-infested fox pelt you riddled with bullets - without a furbearer's license - because of your
pill-induced hatred of foxes?