I’m going to the store. I got a lot of gear but I’ll always need more. For instance, I just ran out of ounce sinkers and I might as well pick up some 3/4’s. In a Freightliner, I pull into the parking lot attached to a trailer guaranteeing me the farthest spot, by the loading docks. Making sure I’m all locked up when I start the long walk toward the door. (Oh jeez/OGs), I have hopes and dreams that one day my albums proceeds can go to boat fees. Finally made it in to see a log cabin setting looking cozy and every wall is presenting trophies. You know me, I’m heading straight to my section. B lining, not going any other direction. To my credit, I don’t need unnecessary spending. When kids grow up our toys get more expensive.


My mission is fishing and the plan won’t stop. I lose track of time like I have no clock but when I’m out of something to pack my tacklebox, I’m traveling back to my bass pro shop.
My mission is fishing and the plan won’t stop. I lose track of time like I have no clock. Even if I want to keep my ammo stocked, I’m traveling back to the bass pro shop.

I almost always begin at the reels to see if their having deals and ask to check exactly just how rad in my hand it feels then grab a rod to match and imagine attacking meals. 50% off 400 dollars, now that’s a steal. Move on down (the/to) line, 20 pound is fine but I’ll settle for 17 if they’re out of my kind. A lighter leader is common. I’d give mono a try if flourocarbon was garbage. Seagar is about as high quality as you can get. For kicks, I’ll dig into some jigs and think a bit if I’m in need of plastics. Oh yeah, I came for lead weights. I’m headed straight for em anyway and while I’m here I’ll pick up licenses for every state I plan to visit. Already over a grand isn’t it. Rather peep the trolling motors over clothing this instant. There’s camping stuff glasses and guns. I lack interest, plus I’ve walked a bunch. Too bad I don’t have a Fitbit. Before I wrap it up, one last lap around the track to just feed my habit and spend the rest of my stamina. Examining rapala lures and tallying totals using my algebra and adding until I have enough. As I make my way to pay for items that I’m carrying, my favorite thing is stopping at the fish tank to stare at em. I wonder how much they would charge to cast in the aquarium or I’ll just say I’m their ichthyologist veterinarian.

My mission is fishing and the plan won’t stop. I lose track of time like I have no clock but when I’m out of something to pack my tacklebox, I’m traveling back to my bass pro shop.
My mission is fishing and the plan won’t stop. I lose track of time like I have no clock. Even if I want to keep my ammo stocked, I’m traveling back to the bass pro shop.
My mission is fishing and the plan won’t stop. I lose track of time like I have no clock but when I’m out of something to pack my tacklebox, I’m traveling back to my bass pro shop.
My mission is fishing and the plan won’t stop. I lose track of time like I have no clock. Even if I want to keep my ammo stocked, I’m traveling back to the bass pro shop.