01-07-2003, 10:52 PM
I have this picture BLM ...........
Wind blowing at a brisk clip of 15 knots, the chop on the water at Bear Lake has small white caps. There you are in the bow of the boat, Mad Bomber hat pulled down, camo jacket zipped up tight, pole in holder and sandwich in hand. As you bite into that specially made tuna sandwich that the misses got up early and poured her heart into. Your face turns a sickly red then green as the tasste of old rotten crawdad fills your pallet. Your lips pucker, the cheeks sink in and the fuoorws on your forehead become deep enough to plant corn! You start looking for that Thermos you know was right next to you a second ago. A big glup of the scalding coffee expecting the tatse to diminish but it remain lingering for a fortnight. Ahhhh the pleasures of fishing. You return to your rod knowing full good and well that you are never going to do that again ......... well until the next time away!
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Wind blowing at a brisk clip of 15 knots, the chop on the water at Bear Lake has small white caps. There you are in the bow of the boat, Mad Bomber hat pulled down, camo jacket zipped up tight, pole in holder and sandwich in hand. As you bite into that specially made tuna sandwich that the misses got up early and poured her heart into. Your face turns a sickly red then green as the tasste of old rotten crawdad fills your pallet. Your lips pucker, the cheeks sink in and the fuoorws on your forehead become deep enough to plant corn! You start looking for that Thermos you know was right next to you a second ago. A big glup of the scalding coffee expecting the tatse to diminish but it remain lingering for a fortnight. Ahhhh the pleasures of fishing. You return to your rod knowing full good and well that you are never going to do that again ......... well until the next time away!
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