Hopefully fishing east of Chatham if my nephew doesn't oversleep again. To be 17 and have no worries or responsibility must be great. Ah the good old days.... If not, I might run solo around CCB sight casting to charlie.
"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." Matt Groening, Life In Hell
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