Sometime country life is all about a relaxing, but I have never been much on fishing. My wife's grandmothers place has a couple big ponds so we took the kids fishing this weekend. My dislike of fishing may be the result of my general failure to actually catch fish. I find it hard to be quiet and wait for a long a enough time to land a fishy, but not this weekend. This time I got one a nice fat, wide mouth bass. I think I had a little help. A power provided to me by the energy of the patch. I found this totally retro Woodville Bass Club patch in the house the other day. I think the members of this now presumably defunct club open the universe for just a moment and granted me this tasty little fellow.
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