Another beautimus day on the mountain. I swear I is feelin mighty favorable toward a trip to the creek. My ol sawbones keep on tellin me I has to take it easy, not strane myself and such. But I has a feeling a little fishin exspidition might be jus what the doctor ordered. Ol B B been cooped up and drugged up all winter long. I be takin a notion to kick up now that I is feelin human again.
A feller can get mighty low layin flat a his back for to long a spell. But sunshine and a five pound catfish will most surely britin up his gizzard. I jus wish ol Silas were still topside sos he could come along and help carry back the fine mess I is gonna catch. Me and ol Silas dang neart fished out every creek in the county when we was younguns. Weren't two better fishin buddies afore or since.
I suppose you be a noticin I kina miss ol Silas. Happens every year bout this time. Soon as I starts to hankerin to do some fishin, I naturlly starts thinkin bout him. Well ol buddy, I think I'll jus take two poles with me today sos I can catch somes for both of us.
Remember, a bad day a fishin is better than a good day a workin.
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