On Saturday, Karl and I went camping. We stopped in my hometown to pick up some bait. I know you want to jump on this business opportunity!
By the way, I caught three fish! We threw them back. The area where we were fishing was a shoreline made up of big boulders, and Karl got one of the fish (a bluegill) off the hook and then it wriggled out of his hand and fell down between the rocks. We couldn't see it but we could hear it flopping around... gross. I'm telling myself that the fish made its way down through the boulders and into the water.
Sorry. You probably didn't want to know that.