The Smitty likes to hunt … and fish!
Staring into the puddle caused by the flooding carport (see previous [read: tedious] post), The Smee stretches out his paw to fish bare-handed (local style, yah?). Like any big-game hunter, the Smee is fearless and persistent (until bored).
A gent of a more literary bent might see in the Smee’s pond-gazing an allusion to Narcissus.
Fortunately (dear huntin’-’n-fishin’ enthusiast-reader), you won’t have to pry that mythical reference from my cold dead fingers!
