Spent upwards of an hour bringing in this rough beast:
There were times, during the struggle, where I did not know who would emerge victorious! I thought my little wrists would snap, poor thing.
And old Moby Gil was tossed back, to fight again another day against some other angler, one, perhaps, not as mighty as me.
1 comment:
Nick,
I'll bet the guy in the pic about Briars and Bread bags might your brother, Pheel. So where's the video of this fantasic struggle and Mobygill?
RAD
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