So a few hours ago I pull into Paris, Tennessee, and am greeted by the sign below. Even though nearby Kentucky Lake is calling my name, I'm here on non-fishing business. Yet it seems that wherever I go, I can find some fishing oddity...or maybe it finds me. Only this time I was exactly one week late for this 7-day event where over 13,000 pounds of fish are cooked, 100,000 people attend, and parades, rodeos, and arts and crafts abound. What have I done to deserve missing such a party? Oh, cruel fate.