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So what do I do when I'm pissed at my game? I tell it to go fuck itself and whip out my fishin' pole for some course fishin':
Caught this fat bastard this mornin'. Couldn't get my drive workin' on the back nine so decided to let it go for the day. This guy was longer than my elbow to finger tips and prolly weighed a good 3.75-4 lbs, easily. I tell you what he put my $12 dollar Charlie through a friggin' test of trials. I was payin' more attention to my drag nuts than actually reelin' the douche bag in to keep it from snappin'. After that I kept on for about an hour and caught 7 more, all between 1-2 pounds. I knew golf course fishin' was good, but goddamn, first time doin' in TX and they mean business when they stock a pond, I guess, 'round here.
Caught this fat bastard this mornin'. Couldn't get my drive workin' on the back nine so decided to let it go for the day. This guy was longer than my elbow to finger tips and prolly weighed a good 3.75-4 lbs, easily. I tell you what he put my $12 dollar Charlie through a friggin' test of trials. I was payin' more attention to my drag nuts than actually reelin' the douche bag in to keep it from snappin'. After that I kept on for about an hour and caught 7 more, all between 1-2 pounds. I knew golf course fishin' was good, but goddamn, first time doin' in TX and they mean business when they stock a pond, I guess, 'round here.