" It was the bastard in the back seat without any underwear he hated. The bastard who had ruined most of our summer fishing. The bait fishing bastard. The bait fishing bastard who had violated everything that our father had taught us about fishing by bringing a whore and a coffee can of worms but not a rod. The bait fishing bastard who had his way with his whore in the middle of our family river. And after drinking our beer. We really hated that bait fishing bastard. "
A River Run's Thought it -- Jimmy D. Moore, "BIGTROUTMAN" I FISH BECAUSE I MUST! More importantly, I fish because my Dad taught me! Author,Outdoor Writer,TOWA, GRTU Owner/Webmaster - Worldwide Flyfishing Info. http://www.BIGTROUTMAN.homestead.com/MainPage.html
