How Big Is Your Rod?
Mike, gets laid when he least expects it.
I lit another cigarette and looked up at the clouds that were gathering behind me. I figured I had about an hour left to fish until I had to pack up my gear and get going. Not that I had anything against rain. In Panama, the rain is warm and nice. I had laundry hanging outside, and I didn’t want that to get wet again. The fishing had sucked. One tiny Snapper for the whole three hours I had been on the beach. But who was I...
