Heeeeeeeeere FISHY FISHY FISHY!

I spent a couple of days this week in Bay Roberts at my parents place. I needed to recharge and to find myself a little bit. Y'all know what's going on.
This morning me and dad go fishing. We go in past butlerville. Past first pond. Past second pond. Past third, fouth, fifth, 69th pond. We went way in. My Dad spoke like he knew where he was going. Boyd had told him about herringbone gully or something like that. He didn't know. I didn't care. There were very few ways for us to get lost. We drove over dirt road and wash-out for about 35 minutes. Finally we got to "the spot Boyd was talking about"
I cast out twice and get my hook stuck on a stick in the water. I have to cut my line already.
Cut the bullshit. If you have a grain of interest left you'll want to know if I caught anything. I did. 3 fishes. I threw them all back.. One of them was worth keeping but it had been such a long time since I was fishing last that I forgot what a good size mud trout was. They don't get that big.
Dad figures were are gone far enough on this dirt road that if we keep going we will meet up on the old track and end up in Whitbourne. Of course this isn't the case. We drive and drive and eventually the road deteriorates into a bog. Fortunetly, it wasn't all lost. In this bog was two canadian geese and a half dozen of their goslings. I think it's the first time I have seen these in the wild... I didn't have a camera. I don't know if I wanted to take a picture anyways. It would be one of those pictures you would show people and they would say "Oh Wow" but not really give a shit. The internet has done that to people. If I want to look at a picture of a goose, google will hook me up.
It took us over an hour to get back into civilization. During which I busted open a whole bottle of fly dope in my jacket.. Thank the baby Jesus for trucks and the open pans that they are known for.

I have nothing for you to watch this time...

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