Scroo-Loo and GD4 enjoyed the sunshine this afternoon out on Little Lake, the first fishing trip of the season. Not a single nibble on this day, but no one seemed to mind.
For me, the primary reason for the trip was to make sure Johnson was running smoothly. In that regard, the trip could only be characterized as a smashing success.
Since the fish weren't biting though, I did find the time to take this picture and send it to Boz with the caption "Eat your heart out."
I didn't hear anything back until I got home, where this message awaited me: "Just wanted you to know that my thoughts are of you...dying a horrible, painful death."
My, my. Such hostility.