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One morning, at a restaurant near the river, a waitress asked me, "Where's your wife?"
"She's working so I can fish."
"You're an Asshole," said the waitress.
The best fishermen I knew were all good men, but not too good if you know what I mean.
With low returns, fishing is tough. I caught these 17 and 16 pound spring chinook alone in a remote canyon. How remote? There was a Bigfoot photo like a lost dog flier at the campsite. "Lost. If found call . . ."