"I'm Gonna Get a Big One!"

This story reminds me of my first few weeks of guiding in the 1980s, where in Key West it wasn’t unheard of for a client to expect to catch a permit (on a crab), take it home and eat it. Though I never killed a fish, I soon figured out that I didn’t have to tell a client that it was unacceptable. As soon as they said “I can’t wait to eat one of these,” their luck went south. Bill Barker describes a similar circumstance in this story about a friend with a large repertoire of stories and a need to eat his catch. In the Corvallis, Oregon Gazette-Times.