After these statistics, he found that he could think only of
doggerel and slightly obscene anecdotes to tell, mostly having to do with foolish stunts undertaken after drinking too much whiskey during a fishing trip and often enough centered around running
into a warden with a creel full of trout and no fishing license, or a pistol that a doctor had brought
into the woods: If that pistol is nine millimeters, I'll kiss your bare, frozen ass right out there on the ice; the lyrics to a song called Come Around, Mother, It's Better When You're Awake.