Slowretrieve
10-27-2005, 05:24 PM
Two guys were musky fishing.
By late afternoon they hadn't had so much as a bite. As they passed a small pier, they saw a child sitting near the water, crying.
The closer they got to the child, the louder the crying seemed to get.
The guy operating the trolling motor asked the little girl why she was crying.
"I was sitting here with my doggy," she said. "And a big musky jumped out of the lake and ate him."
Just thinking of it made her cry even harder.
"Now calm down," the man at the back of the boat said. "What color was that dog, anyway?"
By late afternoon they hadn't had so much as a bite. As they passed a small pier, they saw a child sitting near the water, crying.
The closer they got to the child, the louder the crying seemed to get.
The guy operating the trolling motor asked the little girl why she was crying.
"I was sitting here with my doggy," she said. "And a big musky jumped out of the lake and ate him."
Just thinking of it made her cry even harder.
"Now calm down," the man at the back of the boat said. "What color was that dog, anyway?"