Totoka River the upper peninsula

Absoulutely!

Shore.

Right. He kicked into gear at the airy nips near his hock as he moved onto the shore. The fish was growing less active but he was still worried about being smacked in the face more. Carefully he tossed it near the two fish that his company had already caught.

Only a few seconds later did it cease to move anymore. Good. The whole ordeal had been kind of awful during the process but now it seemed fun. Despite being drenched to the bone almost. He contained his breathing as he looked over at the inky female. I, uh, thank you. Had it not been for her he most certainly wouldn't have been able to do it.

With that out of the way, he was content for them to eat or part in peace — whichever came first.