It’s true, it’s true. We were on a boat for like 11 hours. For the rest of that night, I was walking sideways and feeling seaworthy. We used worms and minnows as bait, which presented a whole separate moral dilemma than whether we were comfortable catching large fish.

When I finally landed a (very small) catfish, and gazed upon its hideous, whiskery, smelly, staring visage, I was glad when the older dudes holding the beers told me to throw it back. Damn right, throw it back.

More pictures here.