Egad! I got so carried away by Dave's praise of Leinenkugels', I forgot to report . . .
In the last 50 years, I've spent immeasurable hours in waders, kayaks, canoes, small boats, big boats, and on ships. To me, the quest for a fish dinner just isn't worth the risks involved with alcohol induced fishing -- and I love beer!
I'm a long ways from being a teetotaler. From unfortunate experience, I'd have to say that risk shouldn't trump death.
For me, alcohol doesn't start until the beer battering for the catch-of-the-day is ready for cooking. At least in my mind, alcohol doesn't start until we are off the water and the fish are cleaned -- unless we are well over the age of consent -- over 80, over 90, over 100.
Don't call me mature,
Ken
