Damn straight! That’s what Minnesotan Kermit Wick did recently. Ice-fished, in his case, but hey â€“ he was out there. And what was his 101st birthday fish? A bass, of course. Excerpts from the article on it:
> “This is the greatest sport that ever was, I’ll tell you,” said Wick as he sat on the sled clutching an ice-fishing pole. “I was fishing since I was four years old.” [That’s 98 years of fishing â€“ yes, 98.]
> “Compulsive fisherman,” is the term Geri Nelson uses to describe her dad. “When we had company for Sunday dinner, we’d finish the dessert and he’d say, ‘Well, I have an appointment with a crappie.” [That is awesome!]
> When Wick’s pole suddenly bowed a few minutes into his [101st bday] adventure, it looked like everything was falling into place. A bass came halfway though the hole, so big it barely fit. But in a snap, it was gone.
> “Yeah!” they all cheered as another large bass came though the hole, this time all the way onto the ice.