Others arguably have a more legitimate claim.
So it DOES matter whenever we hear the latest update from Dave Harem, who once earned club respect being chased by a bear on a solo archery elk hunt near Steamboat Springs, hampered by hips in bad need of replacement. This season Dave renewed his credentials for toughness at solidly frozen Lake Antero when, like any disciplined angler, he wetted the knot securing his jig to the fishing line. Somehow, this time when he licked the jighead, he hooked the barb firmly into the meatiest part of his tongue. Initial attempts to remove it just embedded it deeper, and finally forced our club treasurer to yell for help: Probably something like: "Tan tum one dive me a hand here, dammit?"
"Aw, what else am I going to do?" Zupanc asks. "If I wasn't out fishing, I'd be sitting in a chair in front of the television, sound asleep."