Of all the ‘charms’ the man cave had to offer there was something beautiful about looking out the kitchen window in the morning. When the temperature and season were just right there was an ethereal mist that would rise around the pines and from the long window above the sink with it’s low header you felt as though you were peering out from a cozy cabin into another time or another world.
One such morning I awoke, bleary eyed and making my way to the kitchen to start the coffee and take in the view, and as I peered through that old beautiful window my gaze was met by this fellow;
Face to face, eye to eye with a dead trout, stretched at the gills and nailed to that old pine tree like an artists canvas!!! We were separated only by a single pane of old plate glass. I screamed the same horrifying scream as finding a tarantula in the shower…Jamie jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen not sure what to expect (my girly screams were a frequent occurrence around the cave as I often crossed paths with whole host of vermin and insects).
Jamie: WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?!
Me: THERE *GAGGING* WHAT IS THAT THING?!!!! OH IT’S AWFUL WHAT THE…..
Jamie: That? Oh that’s just the steelhead I caught yesterday.
Me: WHAT?! WHY IS IT NAILED TO THE TREE?!!!!!
Jamie: So I can enjoy it for a couple of days, it’s honoring to the fish.
Me: Honoring the fish?! Really?
Jamie: looking at me like this is totally normal Yeah we did this all the time growing up, Hot Dog had his whole garage eave lined with them at the lake it looked really neat…
Me: shaking head No that is not neat that is disgusting! Baghhhhh Can you go take it down?
Jamie: Don’t worry about it, it’ll be gone in a few days – some critter will come take it.
Me: You mean some animal is going to come eat that rotten fish head?! Ewwwww!
Jamie was right, it wasn’t more than forty-eight hours and that nasty fish head had become something’s dinner. Yum. I haven’t seen another fish ‘honored’ in that way since….and I’d better not around our house!