I had been hearing from everyone about how good Walleye are.
So, I caught a big one and ate it.
Maybe it is the pollution in Claytor Lake.
(Or I got used to good fresh seafood by living in Alaska for of 35 years?)
Next day I found out I had eaten a citation-size fish.
"I am old, sick, and tired of living. If you feel the need to mess with me, go right ahead." My Uncle, with his hand on his pistol, talking to a troublemaker. 2-13-1935 -- 2-1-2013
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