Tomorrow is Sunday, a good day to thank the Great Bunyip for keeping trout small and restricting their predations to cold, freshwater streams.
Those three slimy lumps are voles taken from the creature's stomach, so never again imagine trout are content with little flies and, the more stupid ones, with a nibble on the Professor's fuzzy bear.
No boat, leaky or otherwise, would be safe if these creatures ruled the deep.
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Saturday, July 20, 2013
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