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At least in Texas, it's sure sign that it's time to go fishing. The black bass are going on the beds and feeding in the shallows, and the white bass'll be running in the Colorado River. Fishing is something I've loved since childhood, but it's something I sorted of drifted away from. Well sir, by golly, I'm drifting back. Got myself a shiny new fishing license, and tonight I'll be overhauling my rods and reels and sorting out my tackle box. I'm excited, can you tell? Much of my outdoor education was acquired out hunting and fishing with my dad and uncles. Catching fish is just a bonus to a beautiful morning on a quiet lake, watching the mists burn off as birds sing a joyful greeting to the sun. Heck, even ordered myself a brand new Barlow knife, a country boy can't go fishing, squirrel hunting, or such without one.
There's even an old bluegrass song about it, goes something like this;
"I've been a fisherman all my life
and all I've got is a Barlow knife.
Barlow handle and a Barlow blade.
Best durn knife that ever was made."
That there's good stuff. :thumbup:
Sarge


There's even an old bluegrass song about it, goes something like this;
"I've been a fisherman all my life
and all I've got is a Barlow knife.
Barlow handle and a Barlow blade.
Best durn knife that ever was made."
That there's good stuff. :thumbup:

Sarge