Big Bird screwed his back up foul hooking salmon in Alaska. He can't go trout whoppin. Catfish, aka Bigfoot, is in court for two weeks, putting some biggie drug smuggler away. Big Daddy is way too big for my boat. My undercover man is...undercover. Brian has an ambulance chasing suit to settle.

It may well be that I will have to fish with Gil next week.

I am in a funk. Or should I say, I have been funked?

Constipation has ruined many a good day. Not as many as stupidity, though.