Last
weekend we had taken a trip to a new lake. While we were all excited
hoping to catch the famous “pounder” it was close but no cigar.
The gang consisted of Nate, Arron, Wicky, Screech, and I. We had
taken all of our gear and loaded it up into the enclosed trailer the
night before. That night I remember Nate telling Wicky that he’s
got to bring the donuts. My part was to bring the wax worms and
Screech was supplying the enclosed trailer, while Nate was driving.
Aaron well let’s ju...
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