My neighbor, Jeremy, and I were fishing Shagawa’s outlet after dark the other night for walleyes (we did get a few), when Jeremy got a bite.
“Fawkinnae, I got a nice bite,” said Jeremy.
As he was reeling it in, he kept telling me how he couldn’t figure out what kind of fish it was. Just as he was saying that, it dove into the weeds and planted itself there. We paddled over to it, pulled it out of the weeds and netted it. Being dark, we could hardly even see the net.
Jeremy said, “It looks like a nice bass. Fawkinnae, I told you this was a good spot!”
Spotting his glow-in-the-dark jig at the bottom of the net, he stuck his hand in to reach for the jig. Quickly, he pulled his hand out of the net saying, “Fawkinnae, the son-of-a-bitch bit me and its teeth are huge!”
Realizing how bad his finger was bleeding, Jeremy turned his flashlight on and shined it at the “nice bass” only to come face to face with an extremely pissed-off muskrat he had hooked, landed and been bit by (couple stitches, deep cleansing). Scared the crap out of him. I swear it’s the funniest thing I’ve seen since Joleen and Lacey fell out of the boat together last summer.