you want to know how stiff they are. one night I was FISHING out there, I just left one hole to hit another, mind you I had waders on, 3 rods in the rod racks, eels swinging in the breeze off those rods cureling up my line and I pass the white truck[cop] in the middle road.[at night] well we had words, I was not in the water fishing, they said I was joy rideing, bs. around an round we went. I won but I was lucky. they watched me the rest of the night, must have gone by me 20 times, never once did they see me giveing them the finger
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