Okay, if I can get to my blood-smeared phone, I'll take one. Don't hold your breath, though, because I suck so bad at catching salmon that I may never get the opportunity.
Here's a stupid question: How hard will a chum bite if they do manage to get a hold of your finger? Minor annoyancewith a little blood, or someting uglier?
Noticed it, but didn't enjoy it.
I did remind a visiting friend from NYC that they get significantly more annual rainfall than Seattle. He didn't believe me.
Back in my younger days of fast paceline group rides, the sound of a loud freehub starting to click as a rider with uber-expensive gear and kit pulled off often meant "Attack" -- especially at the base of an approaching hill.
That's what I thought when I tuned into the last two games in the 2nd or 3rd innings. I assumed it was all my doing.
Tonight, however, I tuned in at the top of the 8th. Curse off. Grand Salami Time. Life is good again and I shall be held blameless.