One time, I was lost in the middle of nowhere looking for a pond where I heard the fish were so catchy, they’d all but jump in your boat.

I knew I was close, so I stopped at this little rundown store to ask for directions.
The girl at the corner looked bored.
“Beg your pardon,” I said, “but I’m looking for the fishin’ hole.”
“The fishin’ hole?” The girl was flustered. “Listen, I don’t know what you’ve heard, mister … but that was one fish … one time … and I was drunk as a skunk.”Let me tell you,...