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My mom always called me son.So for years I toiled under the misconception that she thought i was bright.Guess thats not the case. Thinking that maybe looking out the window and thinking about fishing wasn't working for me. So I decided to go to the wolf creek dam. Put on my insulated waders, that weigh about a ton, got out the uiltra lite 7.6 rod, and proceeded to walk down that steep hill. Found a nice spot, and then itdawned on me, that I had left the wide brimmed hat in the truck. Waded out first cast a 12 inch bow, several casts later another one, then a small white bass. Then disaster over took me. Looking at another spot and enviioning a monster trout lurking there, proceeded to wade to it.Stepped on a slippery wobbly rock, and it was drink time. Fell on my rod, which was once a two piece. Soaked a new pack of cigs, and drowned my cell phone. So I now have a new name, it pertains to a certain orifice, in the lower torso region. Maybe it wasn,t sun after all.
Should we call you "Moon"? Lol!
