In three years we have caught one dead eel thing, or maybe it was barely alive when we pulled it out, but it definitely died when we took it out on the ice and played football with it. Regardeless, don't ask me hunter-y/fisherman-y questions like, "Catch a lotta
walleye up there?" because I don't know or care. I drive 8 hours to blare Whoomp! There It Is and get shitfaced with my friends in a weird hut on a frozen lake. I don't give a poop about catching stuff.