The Scribal Spouse is fishing at Homer Lake and just sent me this pic from his phone camera. He says his name is Mr. Dinky and he wants to go back into the lake.
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I love you to death Warren. Please, don't tell me where else Mr. Dinky goes.
Posted by: prairie biker | May 05, 2007 at 09:31 PM
If the scriabl spouse gave me a heads up ,and I can get a hold of an old college friend, I know private pond where he could catch Mr. Dinky's 12lb cousin and his 9-10 lb friends and drink beer and listen to rodney carrington cds with some honest to God rednecks. If, he's not above slumming.
Posted by: Rob B | May 05, 2007 at 09:33 PM
Oh how I love the name Mr. Dinky. SET HIM FREE! Free Dinky!
Posted by: Julie | May 05, 2007 at 10:04 PM
Mr Dinky was set free to eat even littler Mr. Dinkys.
Posted by: gail | May 05, 2007 at 10:21 PM
Tell 'im to go back and catch him next year when he isn't so dinky...then bring him home with some butter and a lemon.
Posted by: Major John | May 05, 2007 at 11:36 PM