“Actually, they’re hitting on dead shrimp, more than anything,” said my informed resource. Made me think of this sign:
And fresh shrimp. The cockroach of the ocean. Good bait. Fresh dead.
Nothing of note, picked up Pa Wetzel, off to fish a in few minutes. Wind is pretty high, and throwing bait into the wind, it’s, like, never mind. Consider how much fun I’ll have sharing a hotel with the Baptist Women’s (something something) group. They’re having a retreat. I wonder how long before pop starts getting hit on…
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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