Finally! My wife's uncle and I went pole-cat fishing, in spite of a 30mph wind. Even though I felt like a do-fuss in front of a +30 year veteran pole fisherman, it was fun. And I hope to get away and do it again. Two of them were around 24 inches long. And again during cleaning time I felt the do-fuss demon attack my mind. Thanks, for a good time, Gary. I look forward to many more 'catfish whoopins', in the future. The bait smell still on my fingers calls for another catch.Some links
Is this for real?
Toilet breakdown in space.
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maybe you should wash your hands better
Look at em' perty mudcat.
Do-fuss and Wes is kind of an oxymoron or maybe a paradox.
Oh yeah, if you and the fam wanna come up for the dg national conference, you have a home to come to. Mi Casa es su casa.
This doen't have anything to do with fishing (unless it's "fishers of men").
Just want to say the skit and your role on the last day of VBS was awesome.
Thanks for your participation.
Mrs. Evans (K,J&M), your invite tempts us beyond what you know. We will definitely be coming up, some day. Miss you. I'm subscribed to your feeds but can't wait for your news. As for now, I guess we'll just continue to roast in this Texas heat.
Mrs. L(in_spired), you are too kind. It was my honor...but come on, I was a horrible jesus. I tried to talk Pastor James to do it in the back. Wish I could of helped out more. Thank you for your service.
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