PISS & MOAN

Updated: Jul 10, 2020

12 bass. 2 hours.

The wall of brambles guarding the 1/2-acre farm pond ate my lunch. But that’s how it goes when you play the game.

And here I am lamenting that I’m handcuffed during the week.

Whatever.

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