We sluffed school and went fishing down to the slough. Are truck was slewing all around when we went threw the mud. We slew the white bass. We caught a whole slew of them. It just slew me when Colton slipped and fell in. Nuff said. Oh, my Chevies for sell if your entrusted.
The older I get the more I would rather be considered a good man than a good fisherman.