One beautiful Spring day a few years ago, I worked extra hard so as to be able to get through with work early , and I managed to do that, so I hauled butt home, hooked the boat up and hit I-24 headed to upper end of Priest. Got launched pretty quick, feeling like I had accomplished my mission, then realized I didn't have a single fishing rod,; left 'em in the garage. Only thing I could think to do was pull the boat up on the bank, and head to Wally world in Smyrna to buy a couple of cheap ready-rigged rods. Didn't catch a dang thing that evening. Oh well, it was a pretty sunset as I remember!
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