Tuesday, August 16, 2011


It doesn't matter how much you want there to be big bass which reside in the weeds near the bank and eat frogs. What you want doesn't mean squat and when you watch a 5 pounder follow the eight incher that ate a chernobyl ant up to the boat it makes you feel a little silly upon hindsight. Just take another sip of whiskey and keep throwing your frogs on that tarpon rod you optimistic knucklehead. Maybe today will be your day.


  1. You got those rods ready for Colorado next week? Looking forward to it.

  2. Ready like a fox.


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