We were fishing the Chehalis for kings many years ago, nice warm weather, using eggs and floats. We catch about 25 Squawfish during the day, and Paul makes me keep them all.

As we row up to his dad and friend, Paul grabs a squawfish and hucks it at his dad. Apparently this is common between Dad and son, because Dad starts huckin' squawfish back at us, a few at a time. They must have had twice as many because it seemed like a never ending shower. Yuck!

Later that day Paul asked me if I had found all of the squawfish. Unfortunately I hadn't, as he had tucked one into my tackle box. I found it three week later. Can you say stinky jerky?

I got him back, 4 years later. Same thing. Revenge was sweet!