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Originally Posted by stumppy

I like to submit my application for membership in that club.

Or maybe I just hate myself for not going back to Canada for another Fishing trip. Went up to Lac Seul in Quebec several years ago. Several days of Northerns, Walleyes, and Smallies was fricken great.
I love to fish, it has always been my favorite thing to do. Funny thing is I don't like to eat fish. Every now and then I'll try a bite or two but it has never been anything I like to eat at all. On that trip I stayed at a decent lodge and had a guide every day. And every day he would cook shore lunch for me and my friend. The first day he made fried potatoes/onions and walleye. Just rolled in corn meal and fried. So I tried the walley. It was killer, I mean it was 'Damn, what the hell have I been misssing out on?' That day I ate so many walleye fillets that my stomach was hurting and I had to just lay down in the boat for an hour or so before I could stand up, move around and fish without my stomach feeling like I had a watermelon in it. Every day I was there I had walleye for lunch. I was thinking I would never again give my fishing buddy all my fish because I didn't like it. Unfortunately, fish has never tasted like that to me again. Doesn't mater what kind, or how it's cooked. I just don't like the taste. I think maybe the water had a lot to do with it. Crystal clear, clean, unpolluted water and enviroment is about the only thing I can think of that's different.
I'll never forget that week long romance with her. That smile of hers, those big beautiful eyes, the playing hard to catch and the way she tasted in my mouth. She satisfied me like no other......before or since. I still run across her from time to time. Shes changed though. Distant and cold, tries to get away from me when she figures out I'm there. And worse of all, every encounter since Lac Seul just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Excuse me while a go cry a little bit in private.

Its this thing called "being hungry"