Rod Overboard
Two things have never happened to me while fishing…
My Uncle Bill can spin a good yarn…
My hunting/fishing buddy and I executed a perfect cast and blast Saturday.
A staple of the north woods fishing trip is a heavy, greasy meal at midday.
In the parking lot stand 15 young men who are taking a fly-casting lesson.
But Dad, Tim, Fred and I have been looking forward to it ever since.
It would be almost impossible to cram in anymore summertime…
Tim and I can wait no longer and we make our way out onto the dock.
They are an ugly, slimy, whiskery slug of a fish with beady eyes and a trio of sharp spines.
To my dismay I’ve become a bit of an expert on account of the research I’ve done in the past…
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