Last year, after catching my first bluegill in way too many years, I thought, "I remember that smell!"
My cats insist upon smelling my hands if I have been gone longer than an hour. The seemed excited about my return to fishing. Nice smells. Before long they looked at me like, "LMB? smelt it already."
I beat the rains this evening and five of eight were gills.
Annika Cat sniffed every inch of my left hand and casually checked out my right. Her big brother, Dimsum was also interested - he had to lick my palm.
Long live that bluegill stink!
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patience grasshopper . . . shouldn't they be called song-writer/singers?