Gone Fishing

Yeah right. I believe it when I see it.















The early bird catches the biggest fish.















Sunrise in the swamp.















Early hours.














Only cat fish which, allegedly, does not count as catch.

Now I believe it.















Fat bastard.














Getting a little to close for my comfort.
















No photographic evidence exists of the
events that unfolded after taking the
previous picture.
The photograph below merely shows
what was left of Crocy after I finished
wrestling him.