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he becomes a boy before my eyes asking if my sight is sharp enough to loop the line through another hook and if this were half a century ago he'd be asking grandpa to help him rig his pole and take his picture with the big shiny bass he finally caught say fishies! with that trademark thumbs up with silver whiskers and skin like the choppy surface of the lake, and i vow to always remember my daddy this way as the happiest little boy i ever have seen
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
cowboy catfisher
he becomes a boy before my eyes asking if my sight is sharp enough to loop the line through another hook and if this were half a century ago he'd be asking grandpa to help him rig his pole and take his picture with the big shiny bass he finally caught say fishies! with that trademark thumbs up with silver whiskers and skin like the choppy surface of the lake, and i vow to always remember my daddy this way as the happiest little boy i ever have seen
saigeldred
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
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