Whenever I need to clear my head, I go fishing.  It is very therapeutic.  You sit there for what seems like an eternity, then if you are really lucky, one of the slimy beast will gnaw on your bait.  If you are quick enough, you’ll snag the little bastard and reel it in.  Come to think of it, fishing is like dating.  You put your best bait out there for the lass’ and hope that one stops to check you out.  And, oh the thrill if you snag one! 

I like to fish for catfish.  They are the slimiest and the most atrocious critters to swim in fresh water.  Once hooked, they fight, splash, run under logs, and do anything to keep from being brought into the sunlight.  When you do get them up on the dock, they hiss and poo like some sort of hideous creature from the underworld.  I’ve been pooped on before.  My hand has also been sliced open while fighting the buggers!  They are quite tasty, even if they do eat other fish’s poo.

Dr. Don and myself will be heading to the lake house in the morn.  I hope we catch something!