Okay, my friend Jay says there are squid all over the place, squid coming out his ears, he says, and he’s caught a mess of them. Well, then, I am feeling pretty darn poorly about missing the arrival of those blasted squid, and I’m not going to stand by and be made a fool of, not again. This picture here is one of those prep school, hatchery trout that I got last week. Now I’m going to thaw this guy and eat him. That’s right. This baby is going down, and no one’s gonna stop me. Moby Dick can’t stop me. Yeah.

See this? I’m da man. No one makes a fool of me over and over, specially not no fish, extra specially not no squid. Yeah, this baby tastes extra sweet right now. And I’m going out tomorrow night and get me a keeper striped bass. And I’m not even gonna stretch him. And he’s gonna taste even sweeter. Maybe I’ll even buy me a squid somewhere and catch that bass on a squid. Ain’t no squid gonna make a fool out of me.

This trout tastes darn good and darn sweet and, gaa… and, urgh… Got a bone.