Anyone reading this blog knows fishing has not come easy for me. I've spent an awful lot of time staring at a line going into the water, but nothing ever coming out. So it was very nice tonight to sit down to a dinner of walleye, allegedly caught by me while ice fishing. I say allegedly, because my young fishing companion Zach picked the spot, the bait and practically held my hand. That's OK, I'll take it! The result was the very respectable 19-inch walleye you see above. At least I can take full credit for the cooking and eating you see below.
