I keep looking at Bruce's photo and trying to imagine it....
A beautiful spring morning. Loading some select fishing gear into my kayak. Paddling out to my favorite spot. Casting a lure. Beginning the retrieve. Then WHAM the lure is hit, the reel is screaming as the drag is pulled, wondering if my pole is going to take the strain, trying to remember how old the line is, worried if my knots will hold, and finally after an exhausting fight getting the fish to the side of the boat, looking down and seeing that monster in the water. It's huge mouth, it's enormous proportions, realizing I'm gonna have to haul into the kayak with me just to release it...
I think,
no I'm fairly certain,
I'd wee-wee in the kayak.
