I know the Redridge Mountains weren't quite on the way there, but I was also stomping out the alliance's Midsummer Bonfires as I went. I got to Ironforge, and the guards gave me their usual welcome. I gave them my usual reply. I found the cavern where Old Ironjaw was rumored to reside in. For over an hour that pesky fish eluded me. I even aquired a fishing companion - a priest. We fished together for a little while. Didn't speak much due to the language barrier. Then she went on her way. After a while I noticed a seasoned Death Knight glaring at me from across the cavern, the eyes on his ram glowing green menacingly.
I knew that only meant trouble. I just continued to fish. He kept staring at me, but he still did not make a move. I realized what he was waiting for, his friend. They began to advance. I told them I didn't want any trouble. Of course, they didn't understand. They left me for dead at the back of the cavern. When I came to, the cavern was empty. I bandaged my wounds and took up my trusty pole, given to me by Nat Pagle, himself. My blood must have brought Old Ironjaw out of his hiding place. A couple of casts later and I was reeling him in! Feeling adventurous, I decided to stop by Stormwind to dip my lure in their waters. (Later on I received a certificate in the mail for my bravery from the fishing council in Orgrimmar - called me the Fishing Diplomat. They also sent me a certificate for catching Ironjaw. Who would have guessed!)
Did some turkey hunting in Howling Fjord. See, Taunka Ancestors can dance!
Cooked it up for me tribe mates! Charred the skin a bit, but it was still pretty juicy on the inside. Still looking for Rincewindy. He hasn't been around since he went to see if he could find someone to help him recover his lost memories.
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