That's what his uncle calls fishing ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏
| | A FISHIN' MISSION WITH THE DEER HUNTERS | | Our very own John recounts the first (and last time) he went fishing with his uncle. | | When John arrived at the dock, he noticed his uncle named his boat the "Wet Dream." | | It's worse considering the boat is only 14 feet long and he had to hand paint it. | | After his uncle started up the motor, John asked where he could find a lifejacket. | | His uncle replied, "Right next to the tampons." | | After launching the boat, his uncle kept referring to the "secret bait" he was packing. | | Understanding it was a d*ck joke, John didn't engage, but his uncle blurted out he was holding a 9-inch nightcrawler. | | When John's uncle went into the tackle box to tie on another bait, he said, "It smelled like Carol in there." | | Carol is John's mother... he could tell from that moment it was going to be a long (miserable) day of fishing. | | No longer want to receive these emails? Unsubscribe.
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