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I take the opposite approach: I fish naked, which admittedly shortens my season a bit and limits me to night fishing, but hey, it's a small price to pay for peace of mind. Before getting into my clothes, I spend a few minutes standing under the Clorox shower that I installed on the back of the truck. While the engine is warming up, I insert the needle from the antibiotic IV drip that hangs from the ceiling. When I pull into the driveway, I give myself a couple of jolts with a Taser, just to get rid of any striper cooties that may have survived the trip home. The regimen seems to be working, but my wife has mixed feelings about it: she isn't exactly wild about the platinum blond hair, though she claims I smell a lot better than I used to.
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