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JeannaJigs
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Oh how I have missed you so....
It really tears at my heart strings, and messes with my emotions all year...waiting...ever so patiently (and sometimes not so patiently)...for this, the best season of the year.
None of the other salmonids compare. Your summer siblings are quite lazy, and your salmon cousins...well they made my waders stink to high heaven, and i still can't quite get rid of the chinook and ho slime stank.... (my apologies, in advance, to whomever gets to ride in my jeep between boat ramps while i've got my waders on, i'll roll the windows down, I promise)
So Sunday, I will take the boat to church for the inaugural float of the winter season...and my hope is that you'll be so enchanted by my boat that you'll have no choice but to take my amazing offering to get a closer look at the inside. Then you'll realize the inside is tore up from the floor up and be like AHHH mistake! Abort! Abort! but...it'll be too late Mr. Steelhead, too late. (unless you're a nate...heh, that rhymed)
That's my plan.
Thank you in advance, Mr. (or Mrs.) Winter Steelhead, for sticking to my plan with me. It's much appreciated.
Sincereliest,
Jigs.
It really tears at my heart strings, and messes with my emotions all year...waiting...ever so patiently (and sometimes not so patiently)...for this, the best season of the year.
None of the other salmonids compare. Your summer siblings are quite lazy, and your salmon cousins...well they made my waders stink to high heaven, and i still can't quite get rid of the chinook and ho slime stank.... (my apologies, in advance, to whomever gets to ride in my jeep between boat ramps while i've got my waders on, i'll roll the windows down, I promise)
So Sunday, I will take the boat to church for the inaugural float of the winter season...and my hope is that you'll be so enchanted by my boat that you'll have no choice but to take my amazing offering to get a closer look at the inside. Then you'll realize the inside is tore up from the floor up and be like AHHH mistake! Abort! Abort! but...it'll be too late Mr. Steelhead, too late. (unless you're a nate...heh, that rhymed)
That's my plan.
Thank you in advance, Mr. (or Mrs.) Winter Steelhead, for sticking to my plan with me. It's much appreciated.
Sincereliest,
Jigs.