There's this guy in my hunting club who feels sorry for me because he knows that if I want to eat fish this time of year, I'll have to open a can of tuna.
His benevolence and keeping the true spirit of the season in giving was manifested when I drove home from church Sunday to find an ice chest by our front door. Inside the chest covered in ice were ten big crappie; all I had to do was filet and fry 'em. Mike Brister had delivered me an early Christmas gift.
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