Bob,
You guys get the margueritas and we get the slush.
Hows that work again?
Oh yes, I remember now. First you fish your brains out on brats (with a snoppy rod no less) while the rest of us peons are still trying to catch our first fish. Then, as if to heap insult on injury, you make catching an early nate look easy enough that even a young lady in a Santa hat could catch one. Not to mention your complete lack of compassion as you coldly back us off with your tater gun and high tail it south to suck up coco locos with FishGal and let the nates stack up in your front yard.
If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a Huskie.

Hope you guys have a restful and wonderful vacation.

Mas pescado, por favor!