I was on the phone last night with an old Minnesota fisherman. He asked if I’d done anything interesting lately. I said, “See if you can guess. What are yellow with black markings, plentiful, and taste good when they’re battered and fried?”
“Bananas.”
“Yeah, well, okay….here’s another hint: they wiggle and flop when you throw them on the ice next to your sled.”
“Puppies?”
“What? No! I’m talking about yellow bass.”
“Huh. Never heard of ‘em.”
No kidding.
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