once upon a time in the days of yor, when the people lived fresh out of legend and folklore, there was an old geezer with his teeth to the curb he had a hook and a line and a sinker and a worm. Slept in a city that kissed the seashore woke with a bait and tackle store trip each morn. not a bother not alot to say that is until you ask about the one that got a w-w-w-way. Like a tall tale, keep it rod and reel with his arms streched out to define the kill. While the village always listened, believin it was different? out of eight million stories there was not a single witness. It was always at the last second when the line snapped or the boat broke in half from the size of the catch. Either way, the documented proof didn't exist so the locals dismissed the big f-f-f-fish Billygoat beard twenty years in the making carried lures in his brim, carried beer in his waders Stinked like alcohol of all prominent flavors carried knives in his vest, carried war in his nature sat among the forest floor critters and pinecones, could tie a perfect fly with his eyes closed. Veteran angler with a mission to run make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues Pale blue moon or firey orange glow, red sky at dawn or rain, hail, sleet, snow. Black storm cloud with the barometric horrors, the weatherproof sportsman spins yards regardless. laugh if you wanna but the dude aint stupid. let it roll off his back like drizzle off plumage. walks with a twinkle in his eye, every dog has his day and today is m-m-m-mine.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
