randymayer58

Big sac river anchored next to old town ready for a long hard chest pumping leg shaking heart beating battle with late night river queens none other than catty,s of the delta alone lines in the water listening as the waves laps the shore suddenly I see them coming small wooden skip only yards away standing as I see them making cat sounds I see one toss a rope catching I pull the skip to the side of my 27ft trophy classic I help 2 fine figured delta cats 2AM full moon down inside of my large cubby I'd like to continue just don't no how far I could go its time to play with my catch

Tman Loc: Winston-Salem, NC

I believe we have an author as a new member. Welcome and finish your story.

EasternOZ Loc: Kansas City Metro

Yep and waiting.

YankeeBastid

I'll finish it for him................"as I led these beauties down ladder, I forgot to duck and knocked my self out. In the morning I found that all my fishing gear, my wallet, car keys, boat keys, two liters of Crown, my best hunting dog Scout, were missing. I got up from the shore, looked around to see the sheriff approaching and glanced to see that there was an open bag of assorted drugs scattered around me, in my pockets, just about everywhere. That's when my 9mm glock fell out of my shirt, hit the beach and discharged. Missed the sheriff by about 2 inches. I think I am in deep doo doo.
That's my story and I am sticking to it!".....................

EasternOZ Loc: Kansas City Metro

ROTFLMAO

EasternOZ Loc: Kansas City Metro

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raddish Loc: Norteast Ohio

Yankee messed up. The 2 liters of Crown were long gone, as well as all the drugs. Randys got fish making cat sounds man.