*remembers funny story about this one girl at my camp who caught a fish, then was too scared to take it off the hook, so she made me do it. I took it off the hook and she asked if she wanted to hold it. I showed her how to hold the fish, and she nodded and I carefully gave the fish to her. She held it right, but the fish flailed from side to side like fish do, and she screamed and dropped it, yelling: "IT MOVED, IT MOVED!!!!!" And I was all: "Nononono!!!" So the fish started flopping around and I had to grab it and put it in the bucket. Then she blamed me for it moving: "You told me I could hold it!" Me: "And you did, until you decided to freak out and drop the poor thing!" Her: "You said I could hold it! And it moved!" Me: *facepalm* That's what fish DO." * Hm. Oh, squeamish people. :3 It was really funny to me afterword, but still, she drove me to my wits end.
I have a REALLY good spot out in Otter Creek - it's right beside a stream, and there is EXCELLENT coverage. I'm excited - I saw a double drop-time buck at the top of the hill bordering the creek, and he lives there. *reloads shotgun* Imma get that double drop-time. >:3