Midnight in the Garden of Muskratville
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,...