[postbeetle]

Just do it! Ah, the wash of wave. The crispness of iced line. Fingers cold and numb, but the chase the chase Kenny. I will wait for ya with dry wood, a cold frosty aluminum can and lots of salt and pepper. My lighter awaits thee and the oil will be used for what God intended. Lets crisp a batch up.

You gotta clean 'em up though. I will wash the dishes.

Can you shoot a gun Kenny? I need some backup up in trout country.

 

[postbeetle]

Mario. That relaxed posture comes with age. You learn how to slump just right. Gotta teach Kenny that. He is just too up tight. Needs a night on the beach in warm weather with some mosquitoes. Kenny, hope ya didn't use too heavy an oil on those bearings. The line comes in slow in cold weather. That catfish will be an old man and too tough by the time you haul it ashore.