However, we’ve not seen enough evidence to warrant spending money on the permits and bait to go after them ourselves. Harrumph.
Oh, how I’ve dreamed of catfish nuggets, dredged in cornmeal and fried golden brown. It won’t be, unless we buy some catfish already nuggeted. (Is that even a word? Oh, well.)
The funniest thing, though, while Ken was out taking pictures of spiders, a fish tried to photo-bomb him. You can just make it out in the first spider photo.