I shall not bore you with the details, suffice it to say I should have bagged up twice over if it were not for those canny trout slipping the hook.
Wifey and I scoffed the blighter that night. As I savoured each mouthful I imaginged Father in Law at the dining table, being presented with nothing more palatable than what was to be the stuffing (mushrooms) on toast. You just have to laugh

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