December 24, 2020 She was only a fisherman’s daughter…

Weeds had accumulated on the business end of the hook. Namdlo yelled and screamed as he was upset that the lake grass had fouled up his bait. But Namdlo was an armature baiter. Newman realized that the fish they were angling for, lived in that grass and he knew that this amount of grass meant his hook was almost perfectly placed. His excitement mounted as he anticipated the catch and the following meal. That was the difference; that was what made him the master.

I once was injured by a Zamboni while fishing. The crowd cheered, but I Am still D.Void of San Nitty.