i was just thinking about how i may go fishing this weekend, and remembered i haven't fished since i was like 4 or 5 on a family trip. i remember naming the fish my dad caught. I picked my favorite - one i named Gus. When we got home, my dad laid all the fish out on the driveway to clean. i was spending so much time thinking about fish names and personalities, that it didn't occur to me that we were really going to eat them. when i had to say 'smell ya later' to Gus, i'm pretty sure i cried. i really doubt i ate him that night. Friends don't eat friends. hahaa
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