wingshot
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When I was 18 some friends and I went to Ontario to fish one summer and after the long drive home (all night), I dragged my gear into the front hall of my Mom's house and plopped it all down right there and crashed on the couch. Some time later I hear my Mom's poodle (mean old dog) making some awfull sounds and realized that I still had the Rapalas tied on the line and stuck in the hook keepers. Needless to say the trip to the vet was expensive and it took a couple of weeks pay to get right with Mom. The dog still hated me though, oh well she's dead now.
Jeff
Jeff
