Straight out of Grumpier Old Men, the four of us got in this fishing boat, rowed ourselves out to the middle of the secluded lake and proceeded to fish away the afternoon. Here is the single worm I used, after which I preferred to fish sans live bait and try to catch them with one of those expensive, shiny, bell tinkling, feather boasting, tackle pieces out of Michael's box. These gadgets must be equal to a female's plethora of makeup accessories, or jewelry pieces because apparently the more colorful and shiny these lures are, the better.
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