There are no fish in the Don. This makes me sad.

It may be possible that there are one or two members of the paraphyletic family cruising around the Don’s sloppy soup but Laura and I were bested on three separate occasions in our attempts to haul any type of scaly creature to shore.

And while it is true that we have ultimately failed at what may very well be an impossible feat, we nonetheless feel that our efforts are commendable.