Got One-

My Timing at the Center fishing wharf was good last week as I happened upon a teen-ager's first catch of the year getting reeled in. All the fellow-fisher-kids were excited. It was bagged using a long, colorful, cylindrical lure. Actually, the baby striper was too small to keep, measuring under the required 22 inches by the state.
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But before getting tossed back into the Narrows depths where undoubtedly more of the striper school is hanging out, the proud guy's Dad snaps a shot for prosterity...
Mr. Cool there has a new troop of admirers as the lure wins out over the live bait.

We just had a four-day spell of sogginess. Hope I can get in some sunshine again these days off. It's been a long, sore work-week of greyness n wet shoes again. Thankfully the predicted storm was tamer than expected. My chore list is out the door n across town long, too! Tons to do. Yard's still too soggy to play with. The R's right next door are down already to spuce up, n had a loud day (waking me up every few minutes).
Sleep is at a premium, so I'm grabbing mine in a few minutes while they let me. I'm fishin for Zzzz's, (not Stripers)!
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There's times I feel like that fish... Out of water, lured in, fooled, taken against my will, n can't wait to get back home. Scarred for life, n afraid of becoming some one's dinner ... That's part of the reason I quit fishing awhile back-