I don’t have to say what I’m thinking, you already know my plan. Won’t go bananas when I chill, relaxing with a pole in hand. Throwing back both most catches and almost frozen cans. Sitting on some water that’s on top of white or golden sands. With a supportive family, I’m a spoiled man. Not a mechanic, having oily pans. Landing fish that make you soil pants. Controlling drag so it won’t just snap my fluorocarbon leader. Got a stretch on it but it ain’t a yoga mat. I over cast like a cloudy sky so I have a nice amount to fry and keep reeling until I’m out of line. I’ve lost and found my mind continuing this mountain climb. Now, I’ve reached the peak and see clearly the suns about to shine. I’ve been slaying since 86 when I was maybe 6. That age you play with sticks. Mine was made for holding weight and breaking lips. Bait flipping, I seem to feel the faintest nips. Appreciating the pictures of any species an angler gets.


If it’s dawn, I want to be at the honey hole when everything’s calm. Ready to set it and battle a heavy contender. My grip’s strong. Caught and released, about to live long then get another hit like this song and yell fish on.
If it’s dawn, I want to be at the honey hole when everything’s calm. Ready to set it and battle a heavy contender. My grip’s strong. Caught and released, about to live long then get another hit. Continuing as I fish on.


Larger version of ping-pong but a smaller kind than tennis, was exactly my thought as soon as I saw the size a gill net is. A definite resemblance but not as fun as catching stuff with a rod so I never tried to use one as a preference. Blessed with this goal to focus as I’m casting tackle, I can make a fish holy always after gaffing mackerel. Dropping bait, I use a canoe or kayak to travel and row more than a field of corn when I grab a paddle. That’s a foreshadow. For now, I’m hanging on the beach. Hooking a lot but i’m not gang banging in the streets. Hate to do them foul so I’m aiming for their cheeks. Like a plain and basic V8, concentrated with some (beats/beets). Beast mode confusing predators to eat these tubes then get returned to keep my game stocked up without the influence of Redditors. When using herring or cigar minnows learn to expect the birds to take the bait and make a feathered kite, that’s what their theft deserves.


If it’s dawn, I want to be at the honey hole when everything’s calm. Ready to set it and battle a heavy contender. My grip’s strong. Caught and released, about to live long then get another hit like this song and yell fish on.
If it’s dawn, I want to be at the honey hole when everything’s calm. Ready to set it and battle a heavy contender. My grip’s strong. Caught and released, about to live long then get another hit. Continuing as I fish on.