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Working compound mitre saws isn't high on my list. XP

I remember the summer of 2002 I would go fishing for catfish at the local marsh with my Dad. Definitely a highlight of childhood, and I'd love to do it again with him.

I remember one of the fishing trips, we caught some catfish. One stabbed my uncle in the hand. It was.. interesting, cha.

And then he snapped his neck, correct?

I used to go fishing with my dad sometimes, but since I didn't know how to swim (which I learned how to do over the past year, actually) being in the boat made me pretty scared.

I've never been fishing.

 

Which is sad, because I live near a lake.

 

In fact, the whole town is near a lake.

My town used to be near a lake, but then they took it away.

..How do you "take a lake away".

 

 

They drained all of the water out. It's an artificially maintained lake.