The Pursuit of Big Pike
The black Dacron line slid through my gloves as it sliced back and forth in the hole. Every time the fish came close to the bottom of the ice, the fish rolled and ran. The […]
The black Dacron line slid through my gloves as it sliced back and forth in the hole. Every time the fish came close to the bottom of the ice, the fish rolled and ran. The […]
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