Crystal Lake, Summer 1996. Proof of my rugged, outdoorsy nature.
I'm holding a nice trout I just caught. That fish was really embarrassed, because I was drunk and hadn't been fishing in 25 years. Imagine the shame of being caught by me! Former classmate Dr. Sekimoto is in the background, laughing and further humiliating the hapless fish.
Ashamed or not, he sure tasted good. We broiled him and his friends with pico de gallo stuffed in where their guts used to be. Pico de gallo is much tastier than trout guts.