I had ~50 BG caged up in the pond for a scheduled date with Mr. Flathead. 04:30 yesterday pulled the cage to transfer fish to the boat and the seam between the bottom and sidewall of the cage popped. All but two of the inmates escaped back into the pond.
And to celebrate their new-found freedom, the ungrateful little brats bit me bloody when I jumped in to cool off after getting home from the river.
Well now that sucks, instead of you getting full on FH the BG got a mouth full of Augie.. Oh well, life goes on, better luck next time, how did you do on the river?
All the really good ideas I've ever had came to me while I was milking a cow.
