The One That Got Away

Yesterday, we had a lot of luck on Oneida Lake. After breakfast (with homefries, YES!) we spent a good four hours fishing. This is a photo of the Northern Pike that got away. Dad, being on heart medicine and no longer able to drink, was way too sober to handle him in the boat. While I was taking a picture with my camera phone, dad got nervous and reached into his pocket to get a lighter to light a Lucky. Unlucky him. The damn pike leaped out of his arms and back into the water singing the following song:
Such is such, You son of a Butch,
You're empty handed and you ain't got much,
You should bring Karl, he's quite the crutch,
Sorry about your luck, Butch, but I won't be lunch.
Neither of us knew Northern Pike could sing so well. Truth is, pop did get a nice size Northern, but we lost this one under the boat. We knew it was huge. I mean, it was at least this big. Why would we lie?