Kurt Finally Catches Something And Its NOT a Cold

After casting a thousand times, unsnarling his line in half of those; after cursing and whining and pleading and simpering he caught something. Oh, it wasn't the fish of his dreams, that heart-pounding muskie. Nor was it a northern with its evil-looking snout that the game warden told us were beginning to bite. Nor was it that bass, the fighter of the north. Not even a perch sniffed at his line, nor a minnow.

No, this was something that was somewhat more stationary, some low hanging fruit as it were. It was green and long and he was able to catch it after a long and grueling fight.

It was rice.

Yes, he and Ann, ventured out in to the wild and dangerous marsh, armed with few implements and grim determination and returned with upwards of 24 pounds after three hours of sweat soaked pugilism.

When you next talk or write him (Eshelman_K@comcast.net) be sure to offer your heartfelt congratulations on his Herculean effort.