11/16/2025
Captain’s Log — November 15th, 1825 (give or take)
Recorded by J. Robinson
By thunder and tide, what a day upon Goose Lake. The southwesterly wind came roaring across the water like a beast unchained, threatening to toss our craft about and test the resolve of lesser men. Yet Bishop and I pressed on, bound by duty, hunger, and the eternal promise of a Bass & Grass fish fry.
With naught but grit, stubbornness, and a Zoom Junebug Magnum Lizard as our trusted lure, we tempted the bass from their hidden strongholds. And strike they did — bold, violent, righteous strikes — as though each fish meant to tear rod from hand. By the time the sun dipped low, we’d wrangled nine fine specimens aboard.
I shall report truthfully to the record: the day’s honors fell to me. The most fish and the largest of the lot found themselves outmatched by this humble angler. Bishop fought valiantly, but fortune favored my line.
The catch has been cleaned, filleted, and tucked away — a proud bag of lakeborn treasures now resting in the freezer, awaiting their noble sacrifice in the grand Bass & Grass fish fry to come.
Let this entry stand as testament to the day’s conquest, and to the spirit of our expedition.
