October 23, 2011
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His hands grip tightly
Sweat beads forever forming on his forehead
His head rotates and rotates as line comes in
Like the wheels on a car forever spinning
His lure shimmers as it looks pretty provocative partially shining
In the sun
He stares at his rippled reflection hardly holding
His head as if it weighed more than a cinder block
His hand rotates and rotates as line comes in
His spool sucks in line like a black hole
With a swing of his shoulder the lure skips across the water
Just as his hand rotates and rotates

His adrenaline dumps
His heart jumps
Along with a fish out of the water
His rode bends like a crowbar
He reels in as the tension on the line increases

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