By: Mike Rainnie

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Fish Gods, hear my prayer!

Somehow I lost a fillet the other day as

I was cutting the three rainbows my grandson and I caught.

I had three fish, and I only ended up with five fillets.

So, Fish Gods, don’t punish me by not letting me catch fish in the future, which I know is your usual M.O.

This is what I think happened: I saw my neighbor in his yard as I was cutting the fish on the tailgate of my pick-up in the driveway,

And I grabbed a couple of fillets to take over to him—

We chatted for a while, you know, the weather, his furnace, my wood stove, the family, the neighbor down the street who had a heart attack.

When I came back to the fish, I must have assumed that I removed both fillets from the last one I was cutting and threw it in the garbage bag I was using.

It was an accident—I never kill fish unless I’m going to eat them, honest!

Hear my prayer!