When I lived in Minnesota, people used to tell me hair-raising stories of going fishing “Up Nort’” for muskellunge, and catching specimens that measured in feet, rather than inches. It’s no surprise the muskie is the stuff of legends—but imagine my delight when, without even stepping foot in a boat, the Tailor and I “caught” an absolute whopper!
4 responses to “Fish tales”
Love this! Especially the second one, with “husband for scale.” So fun.
Wow! I followed a link from Dispatch in LA to your blog and am I happy I did! You are inspiring! Love your style and please know I’ll be returning often and soon.
The second one is my favorite. Love the viewpoint you chose.
I go by Husky on the way to work. I think I like your version of him better than the real thing! :o) Delightful blog…