Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for May 11, 2010

Ah gee dad she was only fishing, so she was a LITTLE over the limit, but really.

Rainbow trout…NOT over-the-rainbow trout!

I just LOVE those special red nobel spinners. They work every time.

I ground my kids for beating me at Monopoly.

yeah, the DuPont bait works pretty well…we used to drop grenades over the side of the barge in the Mekong to discourage NVA swimmers…we ate a lot of fish

well, whatever. tastes great roasted on a punji stick.

Nobel did have a great fishing lure, Al.

Is this another “noodle incident” gag?

“Trout, trout, pretty little trout, one more splash and come right out”.

no actual fish were harmed in the creation of this comic strip.

appetites, on the other hand…

:)

YOu know, her dad could boost his ratings if he reported on Danae’s exploits.

Which leaves one to wonder why they were at a trout farm?

Moms & Dads never forget, Danae. Although Moms might break down and let you off early.

I’m just glad the kid wasn’t around to help with that SUV.

She must have a cousin named Calvin with a pet stuffed tiger …

Wiley gets it! love the toon love a lot of the comments, heard a story about JFK’s crew “fishing” with grenades LOL…

Haha, really funny stuff, Wiley.

Oh whatevaahhh!

LOLs! sighhhh! :-)

The game warden noticed that one of the local good ol’ boys was getting his limit in all species every day for weeks. Rather than accuse him of anything, the warden decided to go fishing with him to see how he was doing it. As soon as they get in the middle of the lake, the guy reaches in the back of his tackle box, pulls out a stick of dynamite, lights it and throws it away into the water. Of course, it explodes and all kinds of fish float to the top. The game warden screams, “You can’t do that!” The guy looks at him for a second and reaches into the back of the tackle box and pulls out another stick of dynamite. He lights it and throws into the warden’s lap and says, “Ya gonna talk or ya gonna fish?”

Save the brookies, eat more rainbows.

Common on all riverine patrol boats (as described above), you wrapped swipe (toilet tissue) around a concussion grenade, pulled the pin, and dropped it over the side. The swipe was to delay the start until it hit bottom, and you did NOT use a fragmentation ordnance. The idea was to give any swimmer in range a BIG headache, not to shred fish.

But when the Chief slipped one over quietly, I was sitting blissfully on the prow with a line in the water, and the geyser next to my boots put me right back in the boat. The Gunny and the Chief both hurt themselves laughing; I finally did too after they ‘splained.

A great way to turn many piscene species into flying fish.

Boiled trout a la Danae!