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Post by itchyman on Feb 10, 2011 20:54:59 GMT -6
.... dog went that way ... wife went that way ..... what's a guy to do .... So ....... I moved within 120 yards of quite fishable water, staggering distance (crawling too) of a local establishment a place to practiss my meager rock-swimmin techniques, and all that other good stuff .... (did I mention my balcony overlooks that thar fishable water ?) Well, ok, it's only Sturgeon Creek, but it does have fish (carp, pike, perch, spring walters, rock bass, and maybe 1 or 2 I haven't found yet) .... and the legs only gotta move a bit to hit the Assin again .... so - alls not lost. So ... if y'ever pass by the crik, and see some yahbo flailing a long rod around ..... that very well could be me. "The plan" is to assault that crik so hard this year, that I'll know every rock,nook and cranny and how many scales are on each and every fish ....... .So ... as they say .... In the beginning, there was the plan. And in that plan, was ........ iTcHY
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