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What a great tip! Don't worry, Terry -- I'll keep it to myself!!!
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"Why Fr. Bertha, what makes you think I would give out a special tip to someone else and not include you???"
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"O Lord, give me the strength to endure another one of these 'where can I catch-em' speaking deals..."
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"How can I believe a guy who talks with his eyes closed all the time?"
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"I'm not sure...but I think I'm falling asleep..."
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"Hello, DNR? Yeah, we've got this speaker here tonite and he's putting everybody to sleep. Isn't there some DNR regulation about this sort of thing?"
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"Sknnnxxxxx..........sknnnxxxxxx....."
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"Good grief, the guy actually fell asleep, right in the middle of his presentation..."
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"Hey, listen up! Here are the rules for the Pepin event..."
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"No, I think this is Wisconsin. Or Michigan. Well, whatever it is, it's the state on the other side of Lake Pepin."
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"HUH? You mean I fell asleep while I was talking???"
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"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to Farm Boy, happy birthday to me!"
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At the Wabasha launch...after a very, very wet day of fishing Pepin.
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Nasty surveys the goods...
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...and digs in while Janitor "cleans up" his own plate...
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"I still say that guy was sleepin' while he was talkin'. We tried all the spots he raved about. Nada. Zip."
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"Hmmm... the spreadsheet worked last time I tried it..."
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Chowin' down...
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"I know it was my idea to come down here, but hey, I got just as wet as everybody else!"
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"...and then, I almost hooked 'im. If that spoon of yours hadn't flung back and shorted out the trolling motor, we'd have won this thing..."
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In his typical stealth mode, Perp gives us his Sherlock Holmes imitation...
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"Hey Griz, you havin' trouble with the computer?"
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"Hmmm... you guys havin' trouble with the computer? Lemme take a look..."
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"Hey, whatsamatter with you guys? There's nothin' wrong with the computer -- all ya gotta do is wipe that glob of mayo off the screen!"
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Anticipation
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"I'm tellin' ya, I didn't get no special tips from Terry. At least none that did any good..."
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"So I got my trolling motor fixed only to find out the waves were so high I couldn't use it!"
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"Dang, Helen. That 42-inch crappie really put you on top! Congrats"
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"Ya wanna see where the Dupemeister hooked me with his cowgirl?"
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It was typical Waterdogs Weather. But in the end, everybody was smiling and anxious for the final event -- the pike/muskie challenge.
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