Let's just say my favorite "hooked"story involved 3 slightly (or more than slightly) inebriated fishermen, a nice warm summer day, a pair of gym shorts, a large triple-treble Rapala left on a boat seat, and one of the afore-mentioned actually sitting on it.

Glad it wasn't me either way; but I'm not sure who had it worse, the guy with hooks in his rear and his shorts down in the middle of the lake, or the one elected to do the up-close and personal removal!

Is that "Relentless"?...or maybe we should call him "Sits-on-Rapalas"! rofl
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"It's NOT that much farther than the Cowlitz!"

"I fish, therefore someone else must tend the cooler!"