Muskie on a Fly

When it started getting dark, Dad was really antsy.  We wanted to go to bed, but he loaded us into the boat and went fishing.  Dad said it was a miracle, but after hooking and losing two fish, he finally landed one on his fly rod.  Of course, Jetta helped land it by standing on all the fly line, and Emy and I screamed when it splashed us!

That's a weird looking fish, Dad!  And smelly too!