Fishin'

I went fishing this weekend up at my brother in law's cabin. I love to fish, and it was a good excuse to try out my new fishing pole. The thing is, I fish illegally. That is, I never get a fishing license.

I got one on the way up on Saturday though. I'm no longer an illegal fisher. I was actually really excited about it. I had a secret fantasy that the DNR would stop us on our boat and demand our licenses. I would pull mine out, and he would apologize, and I would threaten to sue him for harassment because I'm left handed.

The DNR didn't stop us, but that's actually a good thing. See, I was flashing my license all over the cabin before we got in the boat. I decided last minute to change into my swim suit, and left my wallet behind. My wallet had the license in it.

I didn't feel like going back to the cabin to get it, so once again, I was an illegal fisherman. I wasn't really though. In the 4 hours I spent on the boat, I didn't catch any fish. I did get a good tan though, so it wasn't a total loss.