There's something about being on the lake with a fishing pole. I think it might have to do with my early years of life. My dad would often take me fishing and I would enjoy the smell of his thermos jug filled with dark blend coffee. We wouldn't really have to catch much to catch much. Not sure if that makes sense, but it's true. Just being out on the water and sharing life together was the biggest catch - with no slot limit.
Where do you go to get refreshed?
Posted via email from Brad Reis
