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    Thursday, 04 December 2014

    Long ago, a Savior was born and hidden within a humble birth; covered with the cloak of humanity, His presence impacted this earth. Although we remember His birthday, know that Christ is no longer a child; He stopped being an infant, who was…helpless
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    Wednesday, 26 November 2014

    Breaching the surface largemouth jumps up to see if…It can hold its breath. The pregnant fishes lounge upon the riverbed waiting to give birth. Dancing smallmouth bass pirouettes around boat looking for handouts. Learning never ends! For even the fi
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Wednesday, 26 November 2014

    Breaching the surface largemouth jumps up to see if…It can hold its breath. The pregnant fishes lounge upon the riverbed waiting to give birth. Dancing smallmouth bass pirouettes around boat looking for handouts. Learning never ends! For even the fi
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Wednesday, 26 November 2014

    Hasta la pasta? Annoying filament knots of spaghetti spools. The squeals of delight flow from all fishing children with uncontained joy. Sounds of spinning spools always brings me much comfort, for I’m not at work. Floating down the stream? Not a
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Thursday, 20 November 2014

    Lures, flies and spinners provide variety for multiple techniques. Casting carefree lines the sportsmen and women look…For fishy hook-ups. Moonlight over pines –Adds a touch of elegance to nighttime fishing. Daytime sea trollers combine leisure trave

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