I was working as a guest, at a large elect. switch yard. Some of the higher-ups on the job heard that I was doing pretty good in the walley tournament and invited me to go fishin with them that evening. We did O K. The next morning, on the jobsite, there was a strong familiar smell of fish cooking. It seems I was allowed to help catch, the fish, but breakfast was for the locals.

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