My earliest memory of fishing as a child,is cleaning sunfish in my sandbox.My father had me sit in the middle of the boat,where he had a butterfly hook with line wrapped around for me to fish from.I remember saving my fish in a coffee can and insisting I bring them home.To this day,I love to clean fish also.My anniversary gift this year consisted of a nice fillet knife.


Happiness is not a destination....It`s a way of life.




Fisherman`s Language

Hiyamac....Lobuddy.

Binearlong?....Cuplours.

Ketchanenny?....Goddafew.

Kindarthy?....Bassencarp.

Enysizetoum?....Cuplapowns.

Hittinard?....Sortalite.

Wachoozin?....Gobbawurms.

Fishanonboddum?....Rydonnaboddum.

Igoddago....Tubad.

Seeyaround....Yeahtakideezy.

Guluk!










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