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skunked at 4:20

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Toronto, 2018.02.19

I should have realized that our anticipated ice fishing trip would be a bust when I encountered a skunk in our backyard at 4:20. We saw another two on the road while wending our way out of the neighborhood. Our first ice fishing in two years.

Bad omens aside, I think the negative factors were: fishing in only half the depth that our intended whitefish inhabit at that time of year; a high pressure system moving in; it being a touch late in the season.

I realized as I was packing for the trip that I was bringing a) a pocket knife given to me by my Opa around 1983, and b) a fishing vest given to me by my Oma around 1991.

rand()m quote

Only after the last river has been poisoned, Only after the last fish has been caught, Only then will you find that money can not be eaten

—Cree prophecy for North America