I've been on the river all afternoon and didn't drink a lousy beer until I got home. As soon as I got on here some cat talkin' Chaucer-esque was raking my ass all over the coals. Poaching is illegal, eh? I will buy a T-shirt in the dude's memory, but I know he will be back. I was just starting to enjoy the cat when he got really coarse and drifted off, hey, I'm a cheap date! And I have my own river... well, canoe.