Looks like the governor has granted me a reprieve. Barring Mrs. Roughfisher going in to labor tonight, I'll get one more shot at some carp tomorrow. I better hit the vise tonight and tie up some plan B's, C's, D's, maybe even some plan Z's. My last supper tonight consisted of pot roast and homemade apple pie. Then it looks like 'the chair' for this roughfisher.
I regret nothing.