And luckily, to my knowledge, brown fish can’t. But dang, they can flop. Our girl was a little freaked out by the muscular spasms of our trolling bycatch last night—her first glimpse and smell of halibut.

Cedar hoping to improve the view around here. (#laughterbykatrina)
Almost counts in horseshoes, hand grenades, and tiring Cedar out.
Gordito.