At the bottom of my letterhead there's this tagline: "When the going gets tough…the tough go fishing."
Sometimes the tough-going is the fishing. Especially when it's the middle of winter, the river is eight feet high and muddy, and you're a hungry great blue heron looking for a way to catch your next meal and without getting accidentially swept away by the strong current.
The answer? You flap over to a certain outdoor scribbler's yard and skulk along the edge of his usually too-high bank which just now happens to be perfectly convenient for allowing a long-necked bird to stab anything that looks edible in the water's edge. Plus you get to keep your feet dry!
Hey, all good fishermen are resourceful…
|Lemmie see…I think this is the path to the water.|
Okay, gotta be really sneaky now, don't want
them dadgum minnows to spook.
|Here fishy fishy fishy…here fishy fishy fishy…here fishy fishy fishy…|