"  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.
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