It would have been the state record if it had been caught. But it was found floating, dying, and brought back to be photographed and stuffed. I don't mind the fishermen. They're my living, after all. But I have to be fair.
Fishermen are the messiest campers in the mountains.
Some fishermen, anyway. I asked if he and Katie went backpacking or horsepacking. He smiled broadly and squeezed Katie's hand. Every year in September we head up into the mountains. You know, most backpackers got into the habit in college, on summer vacation, so they think they have to go in the summer.