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| Packing it in. Skunked again. Live bait spinning is rarely this demoralizing. |
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| You're done when you lose your fly. Or it's hopelessly tangled. Or you're out of beer. |
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| I love the eyes on this wooly bastard. He's so delectable looking, I just about ate him. Somehow the fish were able to resist the lure. |
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| Packing up. Optimism is high. The river is more than half full. The fish are surely eager and hungry... ready to hit anything, even a rookie's fly. |
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