the REAL Indiana brown trout

So Ben and Britt (two of my new housemates, story at 6!) run a lot. They just go out and run ten miles every morning. Sometimes more. Ben runs marathons. I'm not sure if Britt does. Probably. She's pretty tough.

Anyway, one place they go running is the woods.

I'm not going to say which woods but let's just say there's a creek in these here woods where they run and after I took Ben fishing for the brown trout last week at Brookville he was just so durn excited about the brown trout that he convinced himself and Britt that there was brown trout in this here creek and told me about 'em says "they's this big" (held up his hands real wide) and I says to him I says well I don't think they're brown trout but let's go out and have a look and so we did and we walked and walked and it was one hundred degrees in the shade and real humid too and when I stepped up to the creek and looked at the feesh and on account of their black tails I knew pretty good they's was bass and cast a fly at 'em and I caught one and then I knew for sure they's was bucket mouths the real Indiana brown trout eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one. This I knows for certain.