9th grade. My friends and I grabbed our poles and tackle and started riding our bikes out to a lake in hopes of popping a boner. We stopped at one of the smaller lakes along the way. Drop bikes at top of a driveway, walk down to the dock and start boning. These days, I can't imagine Karen not losing her shit for a few kids boning off her dock.
Anyway, I caught my first off that dock on a black Mister Twister jig spinner and boned it right there on Karen's dock. We ate it that night and after feasting and munching hard, we proudly looked at each others poles and tackle.
9th grade. My friends and I grabbed our poles and tackle and started riding our bikes out to a lake in hopes of popping a boner. We stopped at one of the smaller lakes along the way. Drop bikes at top of a driveway, walk down to the dock and start boning. These days, I can't imagine Karen not losing her shit for a few kids boning off her dock.
Anyway, I caught my first off that dock on a black Mister Twister jig spinner and boned it right there on Karen's dock. We ate it that night and after feasting and munching hard, we proudly looked at each others poles and tackle.
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