I went cat fishing again last night in that 90 degree heat and amazingly caught “Charlie” in the first ten minutes. Unfortunately with two more empty traps, Charlie and I had another hour and a half ahead of us waiting in the steamy van.

Just when I was going to call it a night, reclaim the traps and bring Charlie to Debbie, I heard the trap behind me shut.

I turned on the lights, put the van in reverse, and my backup lights revealed not a cat in the cage, but a possum.

When you’re cat fishing, you never know what you’ll catch!