I was talking to a good friend of mine about stuff. I told her I had many fishing stories after she told me I should take up fishing as opposed to golf.

Fishing Story #1 is true. Pictures don't lie. Hell, they will all be true...trust me.

This is my brother, and my left arm.

My brother, well, his life revolves around the Smallmouth Bass. He is, and has been, addicted for as long as I can remember. If he catches a Largemouth, he throws it over his shoulder like it was a piece of shit, but if it is a non-keeper Smallmouth, he will submerge it and massage it's gills until he is sure that it will live for another day, and watch carefully as it swims away. I admire his passion.

This particular night was very interesting (the photograph was taken around dawn)...not only did we boat a 4.5, a 5.5, and 6.5 lb Smallmouths...we released about 30 more...of several different species. Fishing with my Bro is downtown.

He's got got the rig...knows his shit...and never abandons the chase. That son of a bitch can fucking snag some Smallmouth. Of course, one should never call their brother a "son of a bitch",, but I have no class whatsoever.

We also saw a Flying Saucer

I'm just sayin"