Camping Cuisine #4: Failed Fishing Excursions and Steak Night
When you travel to another state and intend to fish, you ought to buy a fishing license and learn the regulations. I did. I bought a 5-day pass (read the entire rule book) and some new lures, even though I knew my best lure would be the magic one because
- It was made in Hood River, Oregon
- It was named "Krocodile"
- It was previously embedded in the dog's paw.
|Me and Mango|
However, TT felt it was a better technique to just pull. Real hard. The line broke and Krocodile was lost. So was my $31 fishing license money and any chance at landing a trout. So he showed his guilty remorse by cooking me a steak and sweet potato whilst I crafted a new lure from a beer can.
|Steak medium rare, roasted hatches and bleu cheese on top, baked sweet potato with sour cream and chipotles in adobo sauce|
So with such an amazing meal, I forgave him his trespasses against my lures.