Fishing pox

While traveling along the Mississippi last weekend – I refer to the portion of the river that divides Minnesota from Wisconsin, better known as the Upper Mississippi – I went briefly to a fishing spot. A number of people were casting their baits far into the river, from the sandy shore or from the wooden planks of the shanty, and striking it rich.

Just to clarify: I didn't fish myself, and only watched others fishing. What made my day that day, though, was this ominous sign at the same spot:

That, more than anything else, said something about the sense of humor of Upper Mississippians. I even thought, for a moment, that the round, terrifying eye of the fish in the sign actually winked at me.