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I think I speak for all when I say, "thank goodness we can't smell that one".

So one of the things I like to do is last cast when I am fishing. Tues nite, Mrs Berettaman (man, she would hate that title...), says it is time to go. I tell Lauren, "one last cast Honey". I then turn to the Mrs and say, it sure would be nice to have one more crappie and flip out my tube jig. Bang. A fat 11 incher inhales the tube and takes a place in the livewell. Ahh, I love country life! Fishing on a Tuesday nite!!!