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Wally the Walleye didn’t collect trophies the way other fish did.

Other fish wanted stories. Wally wanted hardware.

Under the ice, Lake Minnetonka had aisles. Not real aisles, but Wally treated every fishing hole like a specialty shop with a dangling display rack and a customer who refused to make eye contact. Hooks hung down like price tags. Lines swayed like those little door chimes that go ding when you walk into a bait store.

Wally loved it.

He cruised the “mall” slow, trapper hat snug, tool belt riding his belly like he had a union card. The lake bottom glittered with lost spoons, bottle caps, and the occasional mysterious object nobody admits to dropping. Wally swam past all of it like a man on a mission.

He was looking for something new.

Not another worm. Not another minnow. Not another “this worked last weekend” jig. Wally wanted the weird stuff. The conversation starters. The lures that made other walleyes tilt their head and say, “What in the freshwater is that?”

Because Wally had a trophy wall.

It wasn’t a wall, exactly. More like a sunken section of dock with a plank that caught the light just right. But Wally had mounted treasures there like a museum curator with a mild attitude problem. There was a shiny spoon lure he called “The Shiny.” There was a tiny crankbait he’d labeled “Ambition.” There was a sad little rubber worm he kept only to remind himself what rock bottom looked like.

Tonight, he wanted an upgrade.

He stopped at the first hole. A perfectly normal minnow. Fresh. Respectable. Boring. Wally nodded politely and kept moving.

Next hole: a wax worm. Wally stared at it the way a chef stares at a gas station hot dog roller. No anger. Just quiet judgment.

Next hole: a neon plastic worm, practically glowing like it had its own personality. Wally drifted closer, squinted, and gave the kind of slow blink that says, “You really brought that to this lake?”

He pulled a tiny pair of cutters from his belt and snipped the line just enough to “borrow” the lure for inspection. He held it up like a jeweler examining a diamond and rotated it in the light beam.

The lure stared back, proudly artificial.

Wally made a small sound through his gills, somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, and eased it into his tool belt pouch like he was saving it for later. Not for eating. For display.

That’s how Wally shopped. No rush. No drama. Just… acquisitions.

He checked another hole. A bobber and hook with something that looked like it had been salvaged from a child’s craft drawer. Glitter. Tiny eyes. A little tuft of neon fuzz. It was so ridiculous it almost worked.

Wally’s mouth curled.

Now that had trophy wall energy.

He pocketed that one too.

Wally spent the next hour doing the most Minnesota thing possible: quietly collecting strange items while pretending he wasn’t having fun. He avoided the obvious. He ignored the “classics.” He gathered the lures that felt like mistakes, experiments, and late-night ideas somebody regretted at the register.

Back at his trophy wall, Wally hovered in front of his collection like an art critic. He mounted the new lure right in the center, adjusted it until it was perfectly level, and leaned back to admire his work.

From above the ice, faint boots thumped. A muffled laugh. The distant squeak of an auger.

Wally didn’t care.

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  • Ceramic
  • 11 oz mug dimensions: 3.85″ (9.8 cm) in height, 3.35″ (8.5 cm) in diameter
  • 15 oz mug dimensions: 4.7″ (12cm) in height, 3.35″ (8.5 cm) in diameter
  • Dishwasher and microwave safe

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  • 11 oz mug dimensions: 3.85″ (9.8 cm) in height, 3.35″ (8.5 cm) in diameter
  • 15 oz mug dimensions: 4.7″ (12cm) in height, 3.35″ (8.5 cm) in diameter

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