“Forget about dinner, I want to go see this honey hole of yours. You know the bass are projected to be at a thirteen percent underpopulation next spring?” I accused.
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not taking you to my honey hole. Especially if you’re not gonna let me fish!” he shouted with mock exasperation.
For being the head game warden, he was actually incredibly lax about the conservation of wildlife. It was no wonder they had to hire me.
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