Fishing?

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As soon as hubby gets me a spot cleaned out and kills that snake he says is as big as a fence post, I'm going to start fishing. I think I'll use a cane pole like Mama did.

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  1. TexWisGirlApril 20, 2012 at 8:59 PM

    too cute! laughing about the snake, though. :)

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  2. AnonymousApril 20, 2012 at 9:10 PM

    That's a lovely place to fish BUT make sure the snake is gone!!!

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  3. KerinApril 21, 2012 at 9:13 AM

    Morning!

    Hope you have a blast!!

    I think I'll buy a fishing license this year, and fish myself :)

    Come visit my blog sometime .... I've missed ya.

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  4. Far Side of FiftyApril 21, 2012 at 9:43 AM

    I would even think about it til that sssnake is dead..severely dead! :)

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  5. RoseApril 21, 2012 at 1:12 PM

    Oh, I Love to fish...but I like an ultralight and lures...though some days I do like a zebco and worms or crickets...just depends on the mood I am in.

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  6. SusieApril 21, 2012 at 6:12 PM

    I used to fish all the time. I haven't in many years. If I lived near the water, I'd probably fish evryday. Thank you for visiting and the cheers for my daughter. Smiles to you, Susie

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