Off ta the Ozarks.

No time for a canoe, and river access all blocked by "campers", so we hadda get OTBP.

Wade fishing the holes, lotsa cicadas floatin:

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Closest Stubbs got ta eating beaver (today):

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Fish of the day:

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Tryin ta catch some 16-18", in a hole, they wouldn't take the lure.

Gave up on em, figured they were redhorse suckers.

Then this little guy hit.

Reelin him in, the big ones started tryin ta steal the lure outta FOTD's mouth.

Idea.

Opened the bail, let him swim back to em, started pullin again. Had doubles with a bigger one 3x, but couldn't set the (second) hook.

UN - FOTD:

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Reelin this one in, knee deep water.

Swam between my legs.

Buried the rear treble inta my calf.

Then started shakin his head.

Stubbs may notta learned any new words, but pretty certain he hadn't heard em strung together like I did at that point.

Unidentified (at one time) flying object:

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Tryin ta channel my inner KG, a little history:

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Local homeless:

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On to the food:

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Some MOtown brother can probably ID this:

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Try for some Q tomorrow.