And, like I told you, you must have some powerful bait.
Fish are so afraid of me they jump out of the water and start running when they see me approaching.
They are so afraid of Grammy, when I invited her to go fishing here and they heard about it, they migrated to middle Tennessee.
They have to stock bass now at Reelfoot cause I caught 'em all on my last trip . . .
You have proven that you are qualified to be a fisherman. The next thing you will tell us is that your arms are too short to show us how big that crappie was. Or that your taxidermist charges by the pound, and your bluegill cost more than your 10 point buck. We're getting the picture and the picture weighs five pounds.
LOL!!!
Yeah, that's the ticket!