Werewolf and wereskunk

We had two nice days in a row, windy as hell but warmish in the mid-60s and with enough cloud cover to make an angler think about blue-wing olives.

So I hit the Housatonic in five or six places for about three hours each day and got the skunk.

Or, since Halloween was approaching, a wereskunk.

This disappointment was tempered somewhat by Steve Culton’s similar report (see it here and subscribe, Steve’s email reports are consistently informative and entertaining) and by the Mystery Science Theater presentation of the 1995 straight to video “horror” flick Werewolf.

Thrill to the parade of ever-changing accents! Shudder as the werewolf looks like a bat, or a bear, or your basic leftist activist! No nekkidity for the automatic one-coil deduction. Plus Joe Estevez!