Big Ol' Fish

Grandpa (mama's daddy) was a true outdoorsman.  He hunted and fished all his life, often out of necessity, always out of pleasure.  You name it, he caught it, often with great success.  We have several pictures of him standing next to or holding big critters he captured:  deer, fish, even snakes.

Shiver.

And while Super Cop and I are fans of the great outdoors and are not above taking in a little camping and fishing every now and then, Handy Man is the one who truly inherited the hunter/gatherer gene from grandpa.  That boy loves to hunt and fish.  The walls of his house are covered in animal heads, which might account for why he's still single.  He hasn't found a woman yet willing to live with all those carcasses, although his current girlfriend is a serious contender.  SERIOUS contender.  Can I get an amen?

During deer season, he's always looking for that championship buck.  And through the years, like Norman Thayer from On Golden Pond, he's been looking for his Walter.  Well, I'm here to tell ya', he found him.  Late yesterday afternoon in the middle of the Ohio River with a boat and some skipjack bait.  A whopping fifty pound Walter. 

He's gonna need more wall.  And a new shirt.