"April is the cruelest month;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
-T.S. Eliot
Who knew that T.S. Eliot was an ice-off musky fly fisherman? Certainly not I, but how else can this quotation realistically be explained?
Thick plates of ice render stillwater useless to lint flickers, yet we know what lurks beneath in the darkness...
Wicked souls.
With the retreat of hard water, hope springs forth in a cruel form. Lines can now be cast through the crisp Spring air, but in cold water musky often adopt the personality traits of couch potatoes. Languishing in the aquatic equivalent of Barcaloungers, the demon torpedoes mimic the average man during the NFL playoffs: Consuming only that which is placed within effortless reach.
Slim chances aside, those who are consumed by the freshwater Jabberwocky go forth and give chase. Today, teeth gnashed.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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