Bass Fishing at Dusk
Brock, Nick and I set out to crush the spirits of the pescatorial residents of Lake Lelu. We were somewhat successful. But remember, fish have no nerves in their faces, so they probably don’t mind it that much, minus the not being able to breathe part. It’s like when someone holds your head underwater against your will, you get to enter the underwater world, and if you have courage, you can find serenity in that brief moment. Or it’s like when Clarence, a kid that lived one street over, brought his kid brother over to play basketball, and I fouled him, and he jumped up and clocked me in the jaw. It didn’t hurt, but it was pretty embarrassing.
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June 23rd, 2006 at 5:39 am
Oh no!!! Fishes like that need to be saved from people like you!!! Saved and gutted and eaten.
I wish we could catch bass like that here in Orange County, CA.
June 23rd, 2006 at 6:28 am
I love Doogie’s expression at the end, it looks like he just saw three assholes emerge out of the water with hardhats on.
June 23rd, 2006 at 8:44 am
good stuff…liked the intro
June 23rd, 2006 at 10:01 pm
Bass fishing with the buds . . . now that’s living!
June 25th, 2006 at 4:30 pm
I have been watching Fishing With John obsessively this month. this is the pure goodness!
thanks, Nick!