2many, I'm still auditioning to be his "before" angler - you know the 90 pound weakling type. Then he can be "after" guy who catches so many fish with his new magic lure he has to hide behind a tree when tying it on.

The Scene,

The camera cuts to me disgustedly breaking my fishing rod over my knee in frustration at my inability to catch any sort of finned creature on my "usual" tackle. Meanwhile The Merg swats away a horde of nubile beauties to make room for another cast with his magic jig, which of course hooks yet another chrome bright 20 plus coho. I break down weeping and Merg strolls off with a 10+ on each arm. The girls are bickering over who gets the right to clean his fish.
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No huevos no pollo.