I rest my case!

Dew-b chimed in critical of my post, taking the bait deep into the gills. Bleeder! Some were confused and jumped in, thinking the fish had caught the fisherman. Not the case. The fish I had hooked, didn't realize that he was hooked and started tail walking, thinking that he would just disappear and swim away, with a small school of his rare ( vanishing breed) "R" fish brothers. No matter how hard the Dew-b fish fought, I had that hook set deep, and the knots were true. Name calling, and other useless typical rock throwing from the peanut gallery, could not distract me, or separate this Dew-b fish from that mistaken morsel.

No matter how loud they yelled Liberal, or Democrat.... I held firm, because this fish deserved the wood shampoo, with the blessing of the majority here fishing these waters. I have my punch card ready, and this one's in the bag. Cries of support for violence in team sports, racism, anti Indian, guns, and whiskey was not enough, to distract me from the job at hand. Like Jerry said, I laid that bait in the right seam, bumping Dew-b in the snout, and he just had to bite... and bite hard he did. Fish ON! I love fishing, don't we all; but this one was way to easy.