You got this lion, he’s the king of the jungle. Huge mane out to here. He’s laying down under a tree, in the middle of Africa, he’s so big, he’s so hot! He doesn’t wanna move. Now, the little lion cubs they start messin’ with him, bitin’ his tail, bitin’ his ears, he doesn’t do anything. The lioness, she starts messing with him, coming over making trouble, still nothing. Now the other animals, they notice this, and they start to move in. The jackals, hyenas, they’re barking at him, laughing at him. They nip his toes and eat the food that’s in his domain. They do this and they get closer and closer and bolder and bolder, till one day…that lion gets up and tears the **** outta everybody, runs like the wind, eats everything in his path, ’cause every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals who he is.”
pshhh... after Friday smoking whites and their much larger cousins and then the ones at Shawnee on Saturday I was tired of them. Peroxide went nuts on my right hand both nights. lol
Turned out to be a good trip out of what could have been a horrible one. I really think that was the cleanest we fished all season. I guess if you are going to pick a tournament to be clean in... this was the one!
Didn't end up fishing at all out there, not even with my buddy in Hampton Lake. Wife's grandfather got diagnosed with cancer so we spent as much time with him as possible.
I still remember the fear in your eyes the first tournament we fished at Lone Star and big girl came up and choked the horny toad on my mono set up. lol.
Slowly nodding off kicked back in the reclining love seat with my wife next to me. Youngest daughter on my lap and oldest daughter on my wife's lap with the dog in between. Just knowing at that moment my entire world is right there, and all the other stuff is just that... stuff.
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