It was about 100 degrees that day and more beer was consumed than at perhaps any other get together in the state that year, counting large sporting events. I woke up the next morning 30 miles away in a place I had never seen before, with no recolection of getting there. All I remember is a giant, nearly man sized, fish, being tossed off a dock. Still not sure what was going on with that. My beer opening finger hurt for weeks
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Walter foul hooked a big head carp that towed us around the lake for an hour. After the fun wore off, he was ready to cut the line and go home, and that poor fish just rolled up and died. He reeled in about 40 pounds of dead weight. I've got that photo stashed somewhere. Walter wins a lot of big fish tournaments, it seems.
Laughing. I've never laughed as much as I did that day. Non stop laughter. I hurt for days. I'm pretty sure I sprained my liver, and dislocated my bladder. Natty was handing me twist off brews at a breakneck pace. I thought to myself, "that Natty is a top notch guy" for the first few hours of relentless refreshment....then I realized he was feeding me beer from MY cooler. He's a wily one. Walter has no rival in the big fish dept. None. He's been king carp guy on a couple of occasions. Has anyone seen the pic from his last trip to the throne?