The Fisherman's Wharf > Fishing Stories
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fishin_musician:
The tail of ole one eye Jack seems to have fizzeled out thought something new might inspire more inanities.
There was a man from the pooer side of town who lived more than anything to rise at sun up and go to the river fishin his name was Hugo First.
Webguy:
And so he did, when ice first left the river's edge, wade on out at dawn's first lite on that cold and gloomy day.
reubenpa:
and try to catch a fish. IT didn't matter what kind of fish,
baginwal:
However, Hugo had a deep dark secret that was eating at him and decided he could no longer live without revealing the truth.
fishin_musician:
He had never registered for the selective service.
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