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.