your wedding photos include fishing rods.
you cut the guides off of the 20 or so broken rods you have laying arround and put the blanks out for the trash. only to run back out in the middle of the night to get them before someone else does.
you know how to milk a fish.
you can find your best fishing holes bye triangulation, quicker than gps.
you swap the hooks out on plugs, and keep the old rusty ones.
baby poo is nasty but fish crap splattered all over your shirt is kool.
when you get a fish, your happier that you got your eel back, rather than the fish you just caught.
you can type faster than your secretary.
you got bass thumb so bad you don't need a rag to handle eels.
you bought a suburban so you could get a bigger herring tank.
you start you own herring run. {three more years and i'll be stylin
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