Author Notes: I’m back. Surgery and several hospital visits are behind me and I am ready to once again submerge myself in Jack’s world. Many thanks for all your thoughts and prayers while I was away.

"In a pigsty, under a pile of fresh manure. That’s the best place. Don’t bother arguing about it because I know these things."

"And the manure of swine is better than that of bovine because?"

"For cryinoutloud, Teal’c, need you ask?"

"Apparently, I do, O’Neill."

"Well, pig manure is just . . . better, and cow poop isn’t."

"I see. And fish understand this difference?"

"Sure."

"And the rubber variety I observed in the . . . Bait Shop . . . establishment?"

"Oh don’t get me started, T. It’s just wrong on so many levels. You see, there is an art to fishing, Big Guy. Steps which must be observed in order to achieve the objective. And it all starts with the proper bait."

"I have never observed you successfully capture your prey, O’Neill."

"Teal’c, you’re missing the point. Fishing is about the quest, not the conquest."

"Thank you for enlightening me, O’Neill. I believe I feel the need for immediate and extended kelno’reem."

"But, I was planning on discussing your pole this afternoon."

"I shall anticipate that conversation with bated breath."

"Was that sarcasm, Teal’c? If you don’t want to discuss the correct use of your pole - well, fine by me. You’ll be the one missing out. I’m offering technique not found in any book."

"I believe I hear the cell phone ringing?"

"I took out the batteries. Remember? I threw them over there in the grass somewhere. Okay, first you grasp your pole firmly and with both hands and jiggle it a little. Teal’c, what’re you crawling around over there for? Teal’c?"

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