Whitefish River catch of the day

i have the taste of onion in my mouth and it won't go away. about to chug mouthwash. this is why you don't eat things with onions on them before bed, haha.

As the fisher returned to his stream, Mordecai reached for and dug into the fish he had offered. And just as he had said, he found it to be an all right meal. It was a pleasant change from the other game he had been after, though it had been a short while since Mordecai had truly gone for a decent hunt at length. He watched and listened, staying quiet well before the wolfish gesture. This part, he knew from experience alone, but truthfully he never quite managed not to stir the silt from the bottom of the stream. A murky fishing experience was still a bit of experience, though.

And what seemed suddenly to him, his companion hoisted yet another fish out of the waters about the time Mordecai tore away a strip of bone clinging to flesh. His interest piqued itself as the fisher jovially tossed it into the air and caught it. It looked to Mordecai that he more or less inhaled the fish, but at the same time he knew better than to think that. "Well done," he said, a smile breaking across his face. "Seems like you've got quite a knack for this fishing business." He made it look easy, when in reality Mordecai thought it was anything but easy. It required more patience than he was willing to give, at least some of the time.