Either the Lake Michigan Trumpetmouth have gotten a helluva lot smarter than they were 10 or 15 years ago or we just really supersuck at casting a singlehander now, cause picking on those those wily slimes of the freshwater flats wud’nt nearly as easy as it used to be. pretty weird.

Diabolically badass to get home for a bit, tho. No shot at gagger carps for us this time, but we managed to get our bend on enough times, the thimbleberries were out in force and we ate until our bellies was full of north ‘Sconny goodness: Smoked string sheese from Renard’s, southbound hwy 42-57. Brandy old-fashioneds, nightly. Best state in the world to be from, humps, but everyone there could stand to shut the eff up about Favre already.

This includes you, Brett Favre.

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