tribdog
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when I was 16 or 17 we got someone to buy me and a couple of my friends a couple of cases of beer. So we went out to Willow Creek Pond for the weekend. We took all our fishing gear, but someone dropped our only knife into the water and lost it. At the end of the day we were drunk enough that we would just throw the trout on the fire and eat them when they popped open. No need to gut.