Hi, my name's Bruce and I have a fishing addiction.
You wake up your wife because you are setting the hook in your dreams.
Every moment of every day are thoughts about fishing and how you can catch bigger,more and better fish.
Hunks of scrapwood appear as plugs in your mind.
You have to buy fishing line in the winter just because.
You can never have too many plugs, EVER.
You go swimming after a lousy 10 dollar plug after snapping it off.
You snap off a Mr. Pogie bottle swimmer in the canal and contemplate suicide and need to call the phone number on the sign by the bridge.
and Tattoo, you are 100% correct that all bodily functions that could interfere with fishing just shutdown till fishing is over with.
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