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| The Michelin Man was exhausted. Tired from the shopping, driving, boat launching, casting, netting, and releasing; tired of broken trolling motors; tired of catching mice and tuna noodle casseroles; tired of people who don't work wanting to be supported by people who do work. Beam me up Scottie. |
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| Another smallmouth. |
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| Hey son, look at me! |
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| A mist comes off the warm water into the cold morning air. |
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| Gone, but with us in spirit. |
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| A bluegill will chase and attack a large lure like this. |
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