Team Umizumi has got nightcrawler fever.
The Jibs and I have been poaching many gillish creatures from Ladybird Lake, Redbud district, north of Dog Shit Island.
She's aggressive with the retrieve. Gentle on the ammo.
Dad's been less lucky, but noone's hooked anyone yet.
It's Labor Day in Texas. Here's to all of it being less work.
On the hifi:
Ty Segall
Divine Fits
Vee Vee
Walter Egan
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First sequence
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| Fish on! |
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| This face says much |
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| Release the beast, dad |
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| Second sequence |
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| Netting while pole holding |
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| Pointing out that this isn't a bass |
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| For the fridge |
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| Meanwhile, Mary Austin, peacockin' |
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| There was concern of pecking |
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| Second Day of school, we missed the O.G. photo op |
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| Trouble and matching Bubble |
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| A rumble of some kind, apparently |
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| Cash $ Posse |
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| Work Stuff at the taxidermy store |
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| Underdogs of Nippomo |
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| Apparently they're called Turd Fog |
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| Aqua Thing, Leete Pool |
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| MA, pellet eating |
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| View from mighty Mount Bonnell |
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| Flipside |
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| You can only hope to contain the comet |
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| And, a bunch from the ever entertaining MCJ boat party |
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